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Hearken the Clarion call for Battle
To muster forth the Ten Thousand Strong
For our Oracles beheld a Pale Horse
At the End of the long Road to Perdition
And behind Her Gates awaits Death.

When I sit in this hollow room,
Staring off into empty space,
I can't help the imminent doom,
Of the entire human race.

Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.

Forbidden to touch the stars
Cease the thirst of bloody fires!
Dirgy echos in the shades of SOPA
Yet free speech muzzl'd the chimera.

The praise of those who sleep in earth
The pleasant memory of their worth,
The hope to meet when life is past,
Shall torrent the troll-hive mind at last.

Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.

the painted jester lightly leaps
with windswept grace and furrowed brow
for the greedy king who eats
and silently wonders how.

Both robb'd of air,
we both lie in one ground
Both whom one fire had burnt,
one water drown'd.

To see a World in a grain of sand
And a Heaven in a wild flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour.

Ad sinistram nescit quid faciat dextera.

And now, a quatrain.

Hyperboloids of wondrous Light
Rolling for aye through Space and Time
Harbour those Waves which somehow Might
Play out God's holy pantomime.