Forward from: Right Wing Philosophy
My youth under arms always seemed to see me in deserts, which this offering of words will of course reflect. Truth is true, though, of whatever unhappy war in which we adventure until - I swear - we or whomever of our descendents reach the War that's Right, the War that will be won for OUR People's good!
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Scatter the rose petals of binding words-
O'er the graves of generations' fallen leaves.
Cast the waters of memory across the sands-
Of desolation, that the dead might walk-
Where the unseen blooms.
Count not the long years,
Any more than a hard young brave-
Might heed a march or a wound.
March on, wound on,
For the Flag that cannot be betrayed:
Pure Blood, Pure Honour, Pure Spirit, Pure Deed.
- Vəhrka
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Scatter the rose petals of binding words-
O'er the graves of generations' fallen leaves.
Cast the waters of memory across the sands-
Of desolation, that the dead might walk-
Where the unseen blooms.
Count not the long years,
Any more than a hard young brave-
Might heed a march or a wound.
March on, wound on,
For the Flag that cannot be betrayed:
Pure Blood, Pure Honour, Pure Spirit, Pure Deed.
- Vəhrka