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The heart is fond, so is the hand That fed this fickle flesh of mine That fell and bowed and loved and vowed That lost and loved her shrine That self same shrine where once, I know The Mirrors followed free And all who prayed for rights divine Were wronged as wronged can be The promised land came to the dreams And sang a song or two But fled along when winter came To a land where summer grew The pilgrims, they through night and day Still worship never ending And like beggars fled when distance came When death and life carme pending For death and life the emperor fought The promised land claimed he And of steel and fire were his spurs His horses of the sea “The earth’s ablaze!” I heard them cry I heard their maddening shrieks The hollow madness of their eyes Fell down all to their cheeks “Arise, arise” I heard them cry The dignity dropped down The emperor there stood shamefully Amidst a smouldering town For in these hands, the promised land Was crushed and so was he And with the horses and his pride Sank down into the sea And deep among the waves a song Rose up for every soul That was promised to the broken hearted That was promised to us all And brick by brick and stone by stone The marble statues filled The halls of gold, the hollow crown Where once a king we killed “Arise! Arise!” I heard them cry 
 I saw their limbs like mould 
 The glazing in each weary eye 
 Of brightest emerald. 
 Their temples stood rebuilt for good The Mirrors followed free The shrine was loved forevermore And lost to that sad sea 
 Well I limped on to beat and drum Limped on like one forlorn And I shall wake only to break The silence of the morn Through the land the myth’s own hand There wrote its own account The old man and the sea were found Down by the promised land
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Oct 17, 2021
Oct 17, 2021 at 3:30 PM UTC
The emperor
The heart is fond, so is the hand That fed this fickle flesh of mine That fell and bowed and loved and vowed That lost and loved her shrine That self same shrine where once, I know The Mirrors followed free And all who prayed for rights divine Were wronged as wronged can be The promised land came to the dreams And sang a song or two But fled along when winter came To a land where summer grew The pilgrims, they through night and day Still worship never ending And like beggars fled when distance came When death and life carme pending For death and life the emperor fought The promised land claimed he And of steel and fire were his spurs His horses of the sea “The earth’s ablaze!” I heard them cry I heard their maddening shrieks The hollow madness of their eyes Fell down all to their cheeks “Arise, arise” I heard them cry The dignity dropped down The emperor there stood shamefully Amidst a smouldering town For in these hands, the promised land Was crushed and so was he And with the horses and his pride Sank down into the sea And deep among the waves a song Rose up for every soul That was promised to the broken hearted That was promised to us all And brick by brick and stone by stone The marble statues filled The halls of gold, the hollow crown Where once a king we killed “Arise! Arise!” I heard them cry 
 I saw their limbs like mould 
 The glazing in each weary eye 
 Of brightest emerald. 
 Their temples stood rebuilt for good The Mirrors followed free The shrine was loved forevermore And lost to that sad sea 
 Well I limped on to beat and drum Limped on like one forlorn And I shall wake only to break The silence of the morn Through the land the myth’s own hand There wrote its own account The old man and the sea were found Down by the promised land
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Oct 17, 2021
Oct 17, 2021 at 3:30 PM UTC
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