The heaviest of fall shall not bid him crawl.
The phobes will bawl, the machine will maul,
But the spirit shall hold; through it all.
The daggers of hate, the arrows of fate,
reflected by the soul, sparkle anew facet,
diamonds they are all, for he is the state.
In tears of a warrior trickle words of a sage,
His grand last stand, heralds a new age.
Aug 12, 2013
Aug 12, 2013 at 7:29 AM UTC
The heaviest of fall shall not bid him crawl.
The phobes will bawl, the machine will maul,
But the spirit shall hold; through it all.
The daggers of hate, the arrows of fate,
reflected by the soul, sparkle anew facet,
diamonds they are all, for he is the state.
In tears of a warrior trickle words of a sage,
His grand last stand, heralds a new age.
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