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Black banners, arise, for the men down! No quarter to trials, thou shalt be extraordinaire! Eyed by the enemy, they hath thought; "Forces of 'darkness', fear our scarlet!" But nay! A colour and all our shades, And not its absence like their 'morals' Martyrdom enshrine is what it means, As how much of pleasure they endear! Seven fronts of world war within, As much the losses, win back eight! Lights out but one, endure like the midnight sun, For righteous cause and 'gainst global falsehoods' run!
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Feb 11
Feb 11, 2026 at 7:31 AM UTC
Ceaseless in the Dead of the Night's Slope
Black banners, arise, for the men down! No quarter to trials, thou shalt be extraordinaire! Eyed by the enemy, they hath thought; "Forces of 'darkness', fear our scarlet!" But nay! A colour and all our shades, And not its absence like their 'morals' Martyrdom enshrine is what it means, As how much of pleasure they endear! Seven fronts of world war within, As much the losses, win back eight! Lights out but one, endure like the midnight sun, For righteous cause and 'gainst global falsehoods' run!
Dedicated to build the heartland of the righteous reactionary cause to serve God and correct mankind.
haise
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19/M/Filipinas
Feb 11
Feb 11, 2026 at 7:31 AM UTC
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