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History - Geography

No one is the first to step on to a land
All is burdened by past souls
Time was Gods and Goddesses
were alive just like you
Their strengths and weaknesses flowing through you
Down below the earth
Piled on by the travelers
dead mortals
did not made a sound
None remembered the ones forsaken by God

Granted some of you are my history
yet not my geography
Geography is a name for those who occupy its space
and it takes heart to remain

I remained in my geography through my deaths
Yet you denied yourself
Became official, drained of your truth

I remained in my geography through my life
to write my own history

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