I hear an ancient howl in the wind....I wear the flesh of my forefathers skin....with my broad ancestors lips I grin....this descendant will transcend....with massive strength Ingrained inside....flaming fiery eyes of cries....testimonies in my blood still lies....and it will sustain....I will tread the road they paved....with my head above my shoulders raised....In honor of the lives the warriors gave....Hail ! to the graves .
catmartan
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Honor to my forefathers
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hymnagen says: I've been awaiting your return...and you brought a gem back with you, but I'm not surprised at all. Incredible piece! |
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catmartan says: Thanks hymnagen so kindly ! |
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The Immortal Wize says: Yes I do agree so few words yet you delivered a masterpiece. much respect |
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2b2b2 says: BRILLIANT.....thanks catmartan.....ONE |
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catmartan says: Thanks to all of you Inspiring Poets ! |
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