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Impious and naïve to gods of rightful worth

the wild blooded bullion is shackled into rings

feathers and strings fall from tarnished hides

Along shores in distant lands they squabbled over seashells

fortune fell upon the most adorned in trivials

hands and faces painted to imply their feigned importance

but cowardly yelps emanate from their weary mouths

Bundles of assmen earned by imperium

iron helmed commanders whip them into baskets

A merciless institution of fortune enchains

granting quick deaths to the expired and the maimed

promises of blisters for their rightful hands

blood on the knuckles of mighted Roman bands

Herded into fences locked into sexes

sorted like marbles their bloodline ignored

be them dark or be them fair

a bounty for the Roman race they hold

From the ancient Afric sands to the moderns of Sicily

droves of man fishers ride with hastened purpose

to dominate tribal unions with their vacancy

and slave cages stocked with worthy vetted tools

guilded for sport or bathed in oils

the prices are set for the sexed and the fought pitiless ends

Children built from malcontent

skirmishless vaginas reveal a tired womb

clitless atrocities built for breeding cease

Voiceless tears are heard throughout the camps

with pattering semen and the clattering of chains

slave kins create sacrificial heredity

and labored promiscuity promises pedagogy

Canceled humanities hobble single footed

living at the end of the linked chain

death comes not as a thief to these

but a welcome guest in midwinter's eve