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the fire
raged for fourty days and in fourty ways
but though the blaze they see it fade
to see the black beaming heat on their faces
then a figure imerges from the wasteage,
eyes transfixed with a piercing gaze
one hand clutching his sword, raised to the sky
they wonder how they wonder why
the sky becomes white, it all becomes clear
they felt lifted from their fears
they shed tears in the light after 6 dark years
the unborn soldiers, the fire burns cracks and smolders
five years older and wiser, the fires burn
fires burn and never tires
slay warriors in the forsest and on hire
we sing
hear the strings rising
the war is over, the bells ring
memorys fading, soldiers slaying
it looks like geezers raving.
and the hazy fog over the bull ring
the lazy way the birds sing
a new baby is born everyday, a few men may be scoring today
but look at things the other way, because it may well be your final day

be brave, clenched fists