Decisive halt and hardened face
Ending breath in peaceful grace
Among cold grip lay myths and kings
Their faded form meets end in rings
Hailing verse with unknown pace
Chosen beat in rhythmic lace
On glistening moon and burning sun
Muck of breathing human slum
Echoed caverns hold thy master
Send us drowned, unholy bastard
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Author:
J M (Pseudonym) (
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