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Dreamed of dragon heads
Sailing in the distance
Then came the pious enemy
Banging at the walls
Weapons in anxious filthy hands
Armor, spikes,
The mighty and ironclad
Pounding against the concrete
Garrisons ready to inflict
Death and grief
Peaceful years have come
To an expected end
In man, there is a need for conflict
A hunger for power,
An envy of prosperity
In a cause, God,
Unearthly force to place faith in
A curiosity to walk upon
The most crimson of blood
And let it spill, they have
Man, woman, child
Indiscriminately wiping out families,
Communities, generations
Intentions initiated and ended
With a single swing of the sword
Descend into the earth
Spring forth legacies
Adrenaline won't peak
Until there is no more foreign breathing
Then arise to lead
To the victor goes the spoils
And history is written.
Seal it with currency
Crown the kings and queens
Bow down to the man-made ascendancy
Bleed the dream
The power is in your hands.
Arrogantly exalted
Upon these cursed lands.

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