What passes with thee
In your hellish burden?
In the lofty quest
That must transpire
Infernal hours loom
Before triumphant plumes
Laden,with premonitions
Of shrill,unsparing havoc
May the blood course freely
Born from stoutest hearts
Full with young vengeance
Armed with fond remembrance
May hardships passed
Cry on faithfully
As echoing ghouls
Stirred conscience
By trembling earth
What passes with thee
Oh heart brimmed with scorn?
Primed and vigilant
At the steady stream of ordinance
What passes with thee
When mayhem takes flight?
To plague timid winds
And coil nature’s resolve
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