In a little old town of Kentucky,
There's a legendary tale of Morgan's secret recipe.
It was the time of the Great Depression,
A lighthouse shone out for the weak and the hungry.
A Christian family of 12 with their roots from India.
A father of twin boys plus five brothers and three sisters,
They were not the mafia but neither were they saints,
Bank robbers and infamous thieves of the rich,
They opened a cookhouse, shelters homes, a school and a grocery store,
Regardless of race,language or belief they help the needy and poor,
And they had many enemies of the most famous and wealthy ,
But none could point a finger at their criminal activities,
And so it started with hired assassins and killers,
Once while leaving for church they survived from a street shootout,
And another time a group of mercenaries came to their house for bloodbath only to leave as changed men,
But that soon changed when a stranger rode into town,
A mission for crimson blood and a messenger sent,
He shot and killed the twins in broad daylight,
He was caught, tied in the courthouse by the town folks ready to be hang,
The grieved father came to him with sadness in his eyes,
He did the one thing no one would have thought at that time,
He freed the stranger and said,
I've lost my sons for the crimes I've done,
You've done what you've been sent for and now begone,
Blood beget blood,death follows a trail,
God has given you a second chance to change your evil thoughts,
Don't let it all gone to waste!

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