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Battle Cry

Armor long dusted as the bodies of complacent piled high
There below the belief of self and pride
Room filled with rusted stride
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ovens in the kitchen hearth burning bread
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a twisted joint of politic bodies bode insecurity
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lovers mood to fill a moon as one after another, the domino’s fall.
In a Monsters world exists a field
Center of most and shadows view
Hear the beating of hide?

So, it’s war then, they want and desire such
so
let
it
begin

armies of Union
there are no innocents
much needed pawns as the Generals drink the sweetness of Life

Horror’s fingers now to grasp what remains
to show just who is
and who is not
merely a toy
a puppet
for the taker
of death.