(n162)
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run straight and swift, i'll surely do
consume an arrow, i did for you
to lead the hopeless, i must not think
my clan to battle, tasteful drink
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a warrior's pride's in his demise
the praise he seeks, aft death arise
his time is brief, short flower bloomed
a mother's grief, that she has wombed
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embrace the pain, the cross is felled
the veil is off, and tears have swelled
oh lovely soul, would i protect
(and wondrous grace, she hath effect)
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lay down your sword, to face the dawn
let wars be settled, thou withdrawn
the life of sorrow, training ground
now soul, receive the glorious crown
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be greeted by her majesty!
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(c) Erik Standswithtrees, 16 December 2016 08:57 pm