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[10 Dec 2011|06:09pm] |
This power
This power is ours alone
Our head - clear!
Our hands - clean!
Our eyes - open!
Our fist - strong!
The number of the few
The stagnant multitudes
The hour approaches
And we exult in moment
A pit of burning corpses
And sing
An ode to joy
Avenge the murder of the spirit.
Hail victory!
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