The beans grew from the sweat and tears of a mother who refused to let her child die under a tyrant’s moon.
Poem – Tyrant’s Moon
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The beans grew from the sweat and tears of a mother who refused to let her child die under a tyrant’s moon.
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Here I lay so sorrowfully sad, for during my life I only thought bad.
I destroyed their dreams and crushed their hearts, for serving me was just the start.
But in the end they smile and sang, for I was crushed by their KING.
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