My Land
Ancient Sages shuffle in
Preaching of heaven
Hinting of sin
Terrified youth lend bended ear
Frightened by tales
No one should hear
Penance paid by miserable life
Misery and agony
Filled with strife
Lines painted on every face
Patterns emerge
From every disgrace
A beaten people, stand alone
When evil men
Capture the throne
Nice Andre, very nice!
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