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!

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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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Thanksgiving

 All are returned home, 

Recovering in their beds. 

One grateful papa.

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Wiped Out

 Chills, Puke, and Fever, 

Dehydration! We succumb;

The E.R. awaits...

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After work.

Pull into the drive,
Son shouts that Daddy is home:
I am a blessed Man! 

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Specter of the Spectrum.

 Specter of the Spectrum.

They mean well, they do.
But each enrollment request
stabs me in the heart. 

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 Practice Run

One step. Then the next.
Play list on. Cadence Breathing.
Until: 5K done.

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Nanowrimo

 Nanowrimo

I shall take the quest
and write a novel this month
for Nanowrimo

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Midlife Ponderance

 Midlife Ponderance

What could be the point of having a dream
when you have reached the middle years of life?
Half of your time has passed, and now it seems
you’re just waiting for the end to arrive,
like a wide-eyed deer caught in the headlights
of a Mack Truck going thirty over.
All pursuits now are a roll of the dice
where chances of success are much lower;
Yet I can’t give up these dreams that remain,
the ones that aren’t shattered to shards at my feet,
though success unlikely, I shall refrain
from giving up and admitting defeat.
Now charge forth with drive and hunger aching!
The point? It’s Purpose of my own making!

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IYKYK

You say six seven.

But let's focus on one ten.

It's a noble cause. 

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Song of the Damned

SONG OF THE DAMNED 
(It helps to sing it...)

If you bleed by the gallon,
 then they’ll bill ya by the ounce.
 If you take too long to pay,
 then the legal team will pounce.
They demand their pound of flesh,
 they want your arm and leg…
 They’ll go for all you have
 no matter how you beg.
 
Soooo the poor are thus made poorer
and our life is thus made worse 
and all so the shareholder
can overflow his purse!
We're damned for all we do,
We're damned for all we try,
We'll be damned when it’s over too
cuz they'll bill us just to die!
 
The energy company is 
Raisin’ them rates again,
and it’s the working family man
that has to take it on the chin
They don't care bout me and you
long as they get their bottom line,
and they'll damn us to the darkness
if we short ‘em half a dime...

Soooo the poor are thus made poorer
and our life is thus made worse 
and all so the shareholder
can overflow his purse!
We're damned for all we do,
We're damned for all we try,
We'll be damned when its over too
cuz they'll bill us just to die! 
 
Children told to borrow money,
 encouraged by their schools,
 to “Seek degrees and good careers”,
 otherwise they’re fools.
And Poor ol mom and dad,
 wishing their kids some better fates,
encourage these “student loans”,
 thinking all will turn out great…
 
Soooo the poor are thus made poorer
and our life is thus made worse
and all so the shareholder
can overflow his purse!
We're damned for all we do,
We're damned for all we try,
We'll be damned when it’s over too
cuz they'll bill us just to die!
 
The cost of livin’, what it is,
We can barely afford our rent,
 utilities and groceries,
 hardly leaving us a cent.
Then those bankin’ bastards
demand what they claim is theirs,
 Oh, We’re living off borrowed hope,
while they live off their daddy’s shares.
 
Soooo the poor are thus made poorer
and our life is thus made worse 
and all so the shareholder
can overflow his purse!
We're damned for all we do,
We're damned for all we try,
We'll be damned when it’s over too
cuz they'll bill us just to die! 
 
Uncle Sam is raising taxes,
on what we make and spend,
he gets us coming and going,
and what's it for again?
He says it’s to help the people,
to help elevate the poor,
but what he doesn't give to foreigners,
he uses to fund another war...
 
Soooo the poor are thus made poorer
and our life is thus made worse 
and all so the shareholder
can overflow his purse!
We're damned for all we do,
We're damned for all we try,
We'll be damned when it’s over too
cuz they'll bill us just to die! 
 

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A Change

A Change:

An overdue change,
a gameplan is being made,
the future starts...now

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A Morning Plea

 A Morning Plea

Coffee, do your thing:
Stir my bones, and wake my flesh,
to seize fast this day!

Farewell

 Farewell

Ad meliora
It means: Toward better things.
May they come swiftly!

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Mad World

 Mad World 

The world is mad…
              Mental, and broken.

I rail against it…
              but it pushes back.

Its madness weighs upon me
              Like concrete shoes
              on a Jersey riverbank
                             at midnight.

What passion fools have!
What convictions they have!
Yet their betters remain silent,
              Offering small words in rebuke,
                       or videos of condemnation as tokens
              Not realizing more commitment is required
                                  to preserve us from the madness.

Swirling, swirling, ever swirling!
              Like a black mist so few can see,
                              swirling around the masses
              and individuals in tandem
                            like a schizophrenic tornado cell!

Swirling and swirling until like a tidal wave
              it rushes upon the mind,
                            Breaking it…  
                                           Taking it…
                                                          and there can be no mistaking it:
                             even the soul becomes clouded and muddied
                                           with a madness that ever grows…

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