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The Duty of Always
The Duty of Always My fingers stroke the handle of my sword As they molest the legs of my woman As they tickle the whiskers of the gods How I love war, sex and blood… How it so speaks to me of actuality… Do I draw the sword? Then use it? Do I draw to action all I am And see which side of the Hand I receive Which Smile I receive Which roar of the battlefield I stimulate As I cleave into breast clouds and sky As I clash with lightning legs and<b> thighs </font></b>The battle I wage eludes me But I battle all the same… And as I may roar the charge against the gods As I may gently call my lover to me And find myself in ecstasy of embrace And entwined with love and defy the universe And in my happiness Decide that war is not for me Unless that war be that to take from me All that I have fought for All that I love in this world All that I find meaning in this life Then the gods would know rage The gods would know the mettle of Man A man of low caliber who howls highly They would know the value of my blood From every drop that spills upon the earth Would they, then, be on my side, For all time, with love, The Mighty and Powerful Nature and the gods On my side in every battle Behind me in battalions and brigades Sharpening my sword after every stroke? Reinforcing me with every inch of ground I take? |
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