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Is it our Majesty who rallies the willing and ripens young hearts for war? Is it our Excellency which we devote our divine in benevolence, awe and adore? Is it our Champion that cries veteran songs to lift our esprit de corps? Battles beheld in ancient thought for land, for glory, for polytheistic God. hold not the pleasures of solitude forgot and bestills hedonism with imposed Fraud.
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Feb 16, 2015
Feb 16, 2015 at 1:01 AM UTC
Is it our Majesty
Is it our Majesty who rallies the willing and ripens young hearts for war? Is it our Excellency which we devote our divine in benevolence, awe and adore? Is it our Champion that cries veteran songs to lift our esprit de corps? Battles beheld in ancient thought for land, for glory, for polytheistic God. hold not the pleasures of solitude forgot and bestills hedonism with imposed Fraud.
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Feb 16, 2015
Feb 16, 2015 at 1:01 AM UTC
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