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"Ancestors, I was cornered then
They had searched me out and sprung the trap
As the heavens soon grew darker
They would chastise me for the misdeeds done

So I was torn
Crippled, slashed and scorned
By the wrothful master and his henchmen
That cursed day
When they drew
The red-blood eagle on my back

As the birds stop to sing
The sight of a white, old man
Loomingly starts to appear
He smiled from my pains
And watched me to the end"

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