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In silver streams of moonlit splendor,
We heard him growl like mighty thunder.
As five ropes of steel are plucked and slapped
On destiny's ugly face.

Sweat, blood, tears and liquor,
Flowed in a battle of sanity,
The beast squirmed with fangs of hate,
Punctuating vain humanity.

With powerful jaws to bite the steel,
He made the lamb into his meal,
Rejoiced in metal and moaned in light;
With fatal hunger he devoured his veal.
When waves came crashing in on rocks of pain,
He sought no wealth, no water, no grain.
Humbled his strides, swallowing venom,
Of humility and truth in vain.

The wind beckons a storm and it rushes with certainty,
Engulfing victims who sail in canoes of apathy.
When the sun shines, on dark winter days,
We see the beast in his days.

Where are your powers of malignant virtues and sacrifice?
Where are those dry eyes that refused to droop and cry?
Where are those locks of evil mirth that danced to beats?
Where are you oh commander of our bleats?

Stumbling to my abode I tame those flames of anger and spite.
Against the oppressors of he who lays in that burial site.
We shall one day in green pastures unite,
And against the oppressors lay down and fight.

The wind beckons a storm and it rushes with certainty,
Engulfing victims who sail in canoes of apathy.
When the sun shines, on dark winter days,
We see the beast in his days.

The thud of earth on the soft white corpse echoed the peace,
As pearly drops of sorrow crawled along my crumpled cheek,
The cadaver of him who once commanded the multitude,
Was laid in the earth’s bosom; forever neglected and destitute.

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