In Coffles They Were Led Testo

Testo In Coffles They Were Led

Marooned at Sierra Leone
Galleons prepared for the ride loaded with the nation's raw source of labor
With not a courtesan in the swarthy bunch

So intolerably loathsome was the stench of the kidnapped that the air was unfit for respiration
The chained turned delirious from the weight of their fate

Their brutish tempers curbed
By ten to twenty lashes
The pain made them abate their
Courage and beliefs
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