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Poetry News Post #6629

Genocide

Written by: Kog Terias
Date: Saturday, July 5th, 2025
Addressed to: Everyone


'Genocide' you do deride,
'Stand against' you did decide,
Your bloodied hands you cannot hide,
Genocide, genocide.

Said so oft it must be true,
Black and white, through and through,
To the 'victims' heroes flew,
Genocide, genocide.

To be polite just skirt these three,
A lady's age, a merchant's fee,
and Arcadians, of the Lemnian Sea,
Genocide, genocide.

Against his source did Parni turn,
This Chaos Horror's sons now burn,
Yet Devil's spawn can never learn?
Genocide, genocide.

Tongues and hearts all left to lie,
Claim your heads and pike them high-
Remove the symbol of the Sky?
Genocide, genocide.

Clutch your pearls, self-righteous spew,
Have you concern for Moghedu?
Sirroco, Sidhe, Vertani too?
Genocide, genocide.

A war so long its birth forgot,
the Skylord's peace was misbegot,
Many things but this is not,
Genocide, genocide.

So lift your gaze up to the skies,
Harken to their battle cries,
The island claimed a million lives,
Genocide, genocide.

Penned by my hand on the 4th of Chronos, in the year 979 AF.


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Poetry News Post #6629

Genocide

Written by: Kog Terias
Date: Saturday, July 5th, 2025
Addressed to: Everyone


'Genocide' you do deride,
'Stand against' you did decide,
Your bloodied hands you cannot hide,
Genocide, genocide.

Said so oft it must be true,
Black and white, through and through,
To the 'victims' heroes flew,
Genocide, genocide.

To be polite just skirt these three,
A lady's age, a merchant's fee,
and Arcadians, of the Lemnian Sea,
Genocide, genocide.

Against his source did Parni turn,
This Chaos Horror's sons now burn,
Yet Devil's spawn can never learn?
Genocide, genocide.

Tongues and hearts all left to lie,
Claim your heads and pike them high-
Remove the symbol of the Sky?
Genocide, genocide.

Clutch your pearls, self-righteous spew,
Have you concern for Moghedu?
Sirroco, Sidhe, Vertani too?
Genocide, genocide.

A war so long its birth forgot,
the Skylord's peace was misbegot,
Many things but this is not,
Genocide, genocide.

So lift your gaze up to the skies,
Harken to their battle cries,
The island claimed a million lives,
Genocide, genocide.

Penned by my hand on the 4th of Chronos, in the year 979 AF.


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