22.10.2023
Looking not right, not looking left Nor back on worn out olden days, Nor feeling we are souls bereft But know that we are souls of praise On a battlefield Divine. What is left to conquer we shall know For They have given us the sign And the way that we must go. We are the future clad in flesh, Appointed here by the Supreme, Not weaklings caught in evil's mesh But human carriers of the dream Vouchsafed to us by the Lord Attentive now to hear the Word.
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