Lay still thy beating heart, for her eyes will not see
the wrath of the wicked in this land from sea to sea.
The swore of honor rest upon thee, if not upon me
the echoing shrills of fornicating wills so eager to kill.
Let the truth be divine vengeance, righteously indifferent
within the bosom of hope, its equal justice we promote.
The bounty of the brilliant, barren braggart’s equivalence
it’s equal we stand or die at the hands of a stronger man.

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