Seben! My grandmother accent of seven

The world awhile ago,
was a territory full of manners of old languages,
undefined in speech,yet my granny was taught,
that way of then,in unity of the old.

When she calls out,
"Give me seben letters."
it reminds me of how undefined she was taught,
but she loves it sound,more defined than anything.

Every speech necessary,
Seben this, Seben that
The word itself became to available to do without
And she made me realize,
the eulogy of it, better than a civilized presence of today.

That pure accent is a lesson taught,
that old accent was what made them special,
all in one, never to divide.
If I may ask granny,
"Seben is seven right? What's the difference?"

The difference was clear,
"A separate world and generation,
But behold, if Seben can repair peace,
Then, Seven is an outcast."

What a confusing accent!