The New Song

They brought them

into the home to protect us

they passed away

for the home to consume us

Hold my hands

all ye in flight

and will be liberated

from their trap

You will only spend a while

in confusion

you will settle

and be the monarch of all

From an intonation

which breeds the curse

of bad behaviour and happenings

would be buried behind

You will enter the new world

with a new look

in a new clothing

singing a new song

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