Kings rise from the dust
Nothing forever last
Essence of life is stolen by death
Seeds of greatness, never surrender to a drought
Enlightened beloveds,
Where are the stars within the light?
Covers of the books, differed with the chapters here
Thrones hijacked, by angry winds from the west
Winds that helped merchants ships sail en routed east
Destination, god's beautiful garden
Rusty covers, gold still shines within
Heaven perished by the shores of hypocrisy
The chosen ones marked for death by the jealous
But heaven forbids the extinction of its children
Kings and queens
Black sheep slaughtered
Ubuntu's victims
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