to embrace the truth, our mother’s chosen.
Gone are the days, living from distorted elements from within.
Gone are the days, of bleeding wounds, past to present.
Gone are the days, of the fragmentary, nefarious and fictitious faiths.
These are the days, we stand our ground for what was forwent with every last breath by blood lines.
These are the days, we remember how deep they run, but silent they are no more.
These are the days, we manifest a new legacy to inherit, eternal beautiful becomers.
These are the anticipating days, the wait is over. The journey is unveiled, our lineage behind us, every last one.
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