DUMBE
In the countryside,
An unfamiliar name was pronounced,
It is said to be a great god
Of an unfamiliar tribe.
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It is holy and unblemished
Taking down the touch of filthiest souls
Without recompense.
Dumbe is the name.
Not a facade but a wall
Of defence to the pilgrimage
Unbending its purpose of Peace and Unity.
It grounds to earth those that fight an offspring
Conquering evermore the embittered emissary
Who peradventure serenaded the song of Bloodshed.
It is Dumbe, the supreme Cult Hero
Who maims and mends
But of the souls of the offspring.
Born of fair skin
Mother of red wine
Dumbe is the ice cream of a taste
In the drums of wars.
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