When all our niggling conflicts are past
This land will lie a sullen death
Life will stutter on with its broken mast
Parched lives will pine for moist breath.
The wild winds will be presently hushed
Grey souls will tremble with servile dread
Even in the stillness, amity will burst
Gnarled hands will scream for moulded bread.
Animosity will range on far and wide
Bloody waves will batter bodies through—
This earth will become Satan’s bride
Tears of blood will stain this land anew.
This land will lie a sullen death
Life will stutter on with its broken mast
Parched lives will pine for moist breath.
The wild winds will be presently hushed
Grey souls will tremble with servile dread
Even in the stillness, amity will burst
Gnarled hands will scream for moulded bread.
Animosity will range on far and wide
Bloody waves will batter bodies through—
This earth will become Satan’s bride
Tears of blood will stain this land anew.
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fucking brilliant.
You tell the story of our realm like the confidence of a seer. And, unfortunately, because of the signs, it is true.
This is succinctly spoken with intelligence and bravery.
Well Done!
hws u btw?