the valley of bones
listen can you hear it
the changing of the guard
constructively rattling sabers
as if directed by the stars
at birth we were promised
there’d be peace in our time
yet the war machine rages on
so many years past our prime
who am I but a mercenary
or a prophet sent by the lord
reborn on this earth to deliver
a final cannonball of hope
september two thousand nineteen
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