These are the debit souls

Force fed notions of nation and bearing rags of sovereigns yet to fall

They play servant to lines in the sand

They are the shrapnel embedded in the womb of history and of all time

In the womb of

Womb of history

Force fed notions of nation and bearing rags of sovereigns yet to fall

They play servant to lines in the sand

They are the shrapnel embedded in the womb of history and of all time to come

Wartorn is the unborn

The undead martyr

The life long crucifixion

Crucifixion