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Conquest Of The Nether Mortals

The call of our ancestry is strong,
I can hear the melodious sound of their holy song
flowing briskly through the midnight October air,
courting a dedicated following from among their blood heirs,
for them to recapture long lost spoils and demand tribute,
from all of those beneath who are not in possession of the cherished attributes.

Their powerful whispered word embraces those who comprehend,
that their mighty empire must transcend
all time and space of being,
when those of the inheritance are believing
their long cherished right of reassertion.

Two times down and a third time still yet to come
before their ancient status might be won,
to endure the ages with a brilliance that shall endure,
with the perfection of organization as a director in a celestial overture,
moving forward, eastward, southward, and to the far west,
putting the ingenuity and fortitude of all earthlings to the test,
this immaculate secular priesthood
that has yet in our own time to be understood.

In distant ages the ancient Vedic dominated,
before its priesthood the masses postulated,
inside their hands they held all knowledge,
of historical facts, medicine, metaphysical,
and the true source of all mythology.
The anointed warriors transported the celestial elements,
spread the word with armies on elephants,
marched for many days, miles, and weeks,
did these legions dedicated by divine priests.

All resistance melted away,
as these mighty warriors held the day,
marching forward with the power of the sea,
possessing a force that was beyond belief,
did this army of the ancient temple,
against the people of the field and woods.

Before their advance these hunter gathers fled,
like lightning these withering forces sped
into the farthermost desert and standing woods,
transporting with them their most treasured goods,
traveling for days and many a dark night,
these mighty warriors of glory and celestial light,
against these demons of darkness domain,
who dwelt among satanic villains in psychological bondage chains.
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Submitted by srhenterprises0520 on October 25, 2019

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H.L. Dowless

The author is an educational instructor internationally and stateside. He has been a writer for over thirty years. His publishing credits for 2019 alone include two volumes on American History by Algora Publishing, Leaves Of Ink, Short Story Lovers, Frontier Tales, CC&D Magazine, The Scarlet Leaf Publishing Company, and Juste Milieu Lit & Art Zine. more…

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