*** Prophet and Losses ***


Leave in darkness, kiss their wives

Fond farewell to loves and lives

Their cries of faith

They hear the call of the Prophet.


Call of trumpets, shatter dawn

Clash of steel with arms and brawn

Their cries of death

They heed the call of the Prophet


Blood drenched corpses, empty field

Crows and Ravens reap the yield

Their cries of greed

They are the call of the Prophet

The End

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