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Men of God and Men of war
Carry strange affinities
A thirst from time immemorial
To be last to drink of the cup of blood
And wield some form of divinity
Far beyond the delusional congress
Guiding laws of man
Lords its will form a perch of stone
Cross and sword, words of time
Time has no dimension
The words of stone will crumble
Before the doctrine of the skies
Arrogance of accomplishment
Insignificance can’t be overstated
Underscored by futility
Very nature of our design
Suffer corporeal punishment
For the promotion of morality
Return to primal offerings
Limbic threshold that ceases to be
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Over and over they flaunt demagoguery
As ants laying claim to mountains
Perpetually ignored
Suzerains of a forgotten template
The lid is drawn on the blink of existence
Existence is illusory
Cognizance washed away with a whimper
The essence of war endures
Arrogance of accomplishment
Insignificance can’t be overstated
Underscored by futility
Very nature of our design
Suffer corporeal punishment
For the promotion of morality
Return to primal offerings
Threshold that ceases to be