Like enemies
Poised for battle
In chariots of threes
Mostly two soldiers apiece
Blankly staring with individual concerns
Poised for battle
In chariots of threes
Mostly two soldiers apiece
Blankly staring with individual concerns
African tribes
They're all African
Even the Germanic ones
They just don't know
Somewhere far back they lost
Game face
Propensity to win
First, learned and tried
Next, perfected and polished
Takes a lot of losing
Ladies included
A new age
Momentary breaks in concentration
Shaken off the best
They are the fiercest killers
And where the fire churns in the heart of the champion
All transgressors are burned;
Those whose bodies have been tossed
To the side, as scrap;
Consider yourselves: bossed
This is your choosing -
You have knowingly meddled; infusing
And those who clean up the mess will be known as
Tillers;
Nothing but placeholders
Cogs, fillers
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7.1.08
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