cometh to thy birthright. release thy fears of ancient slight. thy land needeth thy hands; as it maketh the climb of infrequent chance. foregoeth the fervent whispering that dawns, from thy cluster of wicked demons. for, whenst thee discover thine own strength; thine enemies, within, shall vanish. thy fatherland has not yet mended. it needeth lads akin to thee, to banish lingering sorrows, foes, and doubts; and, thee must shareth the bonds. enjoin the gatherings beginning, within the edges of thy crying land. condone the fight for lasting freedom, from all atrocities and odious fiends. for in the end, we all have that given duty to protect our legacy. #freedom #land #country #responsibility #justice #yqbaba #diwa #reflectionsofthebrokenheart
