Day of days

On this day, O Day of days
Men are free from bound decay.

Blinded by the pomp of our despots schemes
We delighted in our duty as wanton memes.
Servile we were to the wits of our ends.
Now, formed from spittle & mud, Balm mends
Men’s eyes with guiding light from chained dens.

On this day, O Day of days
Men are ripped from their graves.

Misery, toil, evil, war & slaughter
No longer claim Man’s sons & daughters.
Who were sown by seeds of the fruit
That poisoned Adam & spoiled truth.
Death is dead. Life is absolute.

On this day, O Day of days
Life is ours and free to take.

Let us advance, pillage, plunder.
Shake the Tyrant’s walls asunder.
May joy abound with ever increasing haste
Away from the vomit we once did taste.
The champion seizes us at His gates.

On this day, O Day of days
Hearts of Men wring with praise.

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