I am no man
My name is unimportant
My mysteries are many in the paths that I orbit
My histories, enormous
Long before the era of the Romans
I built monuments up like Stonehenge
But with the greatest accuracy that sk** hones
I left my place to wander earth and to build thrones
And conquer tribes along the altiplano hill zones
Crushing enemy bones with strength of a millstone
..Inside the face of your oppression I would give life
And taught the wise among my people how to live right
You saw my shadows in the midnight, inside the light of the moon
That fell along the valleys of a ridge site
I speak with many tongues
I carried the faint traces of Babel's imagery
That still lives on
When I built the mighty towers of stone to be my home
So my name would never be separated from what I own
Long before the viruses of the wicked were in my bones
I constucted palaces on a mountain covered in gold
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No, no, no no, no more
Skeletons danced at night in Chimor
No, no, no no, no mas
Skeletons dance tonight in Lima
But the living don't remember the dead, and everything we thought was important is buried instead.
The truth is searing
My children made tremendous advances within the practice of genomic engineering
Developed many species of corn from one seed
And created almost all of the crops that people eat
.Potatoes and tomatoes to squash and kindey beans
Yes, the earth has been blessed by the wisdom my people breathed
And the agricultural engineering that we conceived
We converted barren mountains to farmable terracing
...And made war against the Chimor kings
Ama**ing territory, spreading our socialistic regimes
Of an economic, vertically integrated machine
There were no hungry left in the cities that we redeemed
...But the shadow grows
Eventually the descendants of those I left alone would find our new home
In 1492, they found the Caribbean
..Changing the course of the millenium
From building our cities to k**ing them
The epidemics were spread amongst my lands
The collapse of great civilizations and many clans
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Soon an era of war was waged upon me
The pale skins invading the land of Haudenausaunee
Disease moving quicker than guns
Even when my sons fought with great ability the disease won
I tried to quench fear
...But once the epidemics came to my cities, the populations of nations would disappear
And the survivors were left to be ravished 500 years
They exported most of my gold, stolen from every pier
...And then imported Africans to replace
The human lives that were destroyed, molding a mixed race
So a cosmopolitan population was being formed
..The histories of many new nations were being born
...I witnessed the revolutions of Bolivar
End of slavery and the foundation of fifty stars
Dirty Wars started by Dictators that took office
To the narcotic cop helicopters in the Chiapas
I am América, the mother of many graves
The living culmination of Lords and many Slaves.
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