Purging Heretics and Xenos Scum

 A warhammer Christmas Song. 

Please sing it to the tune of "God Rest ye Merry Gentlemen", and by all means, please enjoy. If you are musically inclined and can put it to actual tune, please comment where I can view it!

Purging Heretics and Xenos Scum 

For the Honor of the Emperor,
We’ll march straight into hell!
In defense of the Imperium,
Even unto death.
With his banner unfurled We’ll defend our worlds
Right down to our last breath!
Purging Heretics and Xenos scum
Xenos scum!
Purging Heretics and Xenos scum.

Though Tyranids surrounds us,
And Chaos does its worst,
We’ve held our own in the darkness
And Mankind still endures
And with our father on the golden throne
Our victory is assured,
Purging Heretics and Xenos scum
Xenos scum!
Purging Heretics and Xenos scum.

Orc and demon armies swarm
But but no matter what they do,
If we stand united, brother,
Mankind will see this through!
So don’t lose faith in these trying times
Lest Inquisition will purge you too
Purging Heretics and Xenos scum
Xenos scum!
Purging Heretics and Xenos scum.

One day when this war is over,
And our enemies are gone,
We can retire to the shadows
while Mankind has a new dawn!
And we can be a people again
Instead of a race of pawns
Purging Heretics and Xenos scum.
Xenos Scum.
Purging heretics and Xenos scum.

So that’s my dream, my brothers!
I pray its yours as well!
That we should save our fellow man
From the warps chaotic Hell!
And to the end of this great work
We’ll devote every available shell
Purging Heretics and Xenos scum.
Xenos Scum.
Purging heretics and Xenos scum!

© Jeremy L. Heath, 2025. All rights reserved

Home

Two hundred plus miles
and multiple sleepless nights
now done. I am home. 

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Finished

 Finished

Forty Two minutes,
Fifty four seconds, and then
I got my medal. 

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Last Night

Last Night 

Like a dam had burst, 
I wept openly last night;
bittersweet relief!

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I Don't Remember

 

I don’t remember

I am sure it happened.
It must have happened.
But…
I don’t remember.

I don’t remember
my mother singing me to sleep
or running her fingers through my hair.
It’s not that she didn’t,
or that she didn’t care,
It’s just…
I don’t remember.

I don’t remember
the last time my old man
said “I love you”
or if he ever said he was proud of me
before he passed away.
Surely he did?
Surely he was?
And yet…
I don’t remember.

I don’t remember.
I struggle to recall,
and I fail every time.
So I make extra effort
to sing to my kids,
be silly with them,
run my fingers through their hair,
pick them up,
hug them,
hold them,
Tell them I love them,
Tell them I am proud of them,
just for being themselves,
so that one day when it’s too late
they won’t have to struggle
that same struggle I do,
they won’t have to try to conjure
 a lost thought
(if it ever existed?)
and say those words
with the same tears I shed…
the same sorrow
the same frustration:
“I don’t remember.”

Instead,
when I am gone,
let their tears be happy
though bittersweet,
Full of memories of love and pride.
That one day,
they may look back
and say firmly through the tears:

“Yes, I remember!”

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Morning Cycle

 Morning Cycle

A nine mile trek?
I will improve my distance
after this Wednesday!

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