Sunday, 21 December 2025

Thy Wings open

Shadows are spreading o’er the girth
doves ere’ blackened crows craw fall
fear a’ mentality o’ Rossiya call
thy closer planet not close, at all

land else’ freedom ore’ a royal land
greets to gain the upper hand
fortune feast a’ win ‘tis’ brave
thy frenzied battle ye’ sow a grave

giants call’ thee stand n’ waits
land of glee thy’ celebrate 
power ore’ money the Stars and Stripes
land or fortune a nuke ere’ wipes

thy master recall thy promise o’ man
rescinded purpose is close to hand
make a call to save fro’ holes
a place in heaven for wanton souls

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