Ancestral

 Ancestral

Sing a song of blood, 
of loyalty without end:
Libate and make smoke

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How can blind men see?

How can blind men see?

What noble things can come to broken men,
whose former dreams lay shattered all around?
Incapable of being fixed again
in their own minds, having run themselves down?
Suspicious of any positive thing
that sheer happenstance, or by fate’s Decree,
or gift some sympathetic God may bring,
downplaying it all because he can’t see
the worth he may hold to others like him,
in the simplest things that he may do,
that lightens the dark, and lessens the grim
and gives others the strength to push on through…
They’ll rebuild themselves, and reclaim their lives,
by showing them themselves through others’ eyes!

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Why the Poor Man Hates

Why the Poor Man Hates.

All I want is a home
A place my family can call our own.
Just 4 bedrooms, on an acre of land,
A white picket fence, some cobbled stone…

A lawn to cut every Saturday morning,
in which my kids can run and play
some space for a dog to run with them
and maybe a small fire at the end of the day.

Just enough rooms to feel comfortable
nothing fancy or too much
maybe enough space for a home office
or at least room for a small book hutch.

It’s not too much to want as a man
it used to be the epitome of the American Dream
now near impossible to obtain by the poor
and it’s enough to make a grown man scream.

Sold out by bankers, and corporatist whores,
money clippers and lenders, and financiers of wars,
The fifth column of sympathizers and saboteurs,
they’ve stolen our footing, and forced us to all fours.

Now hope seems illegal, and opinions are censored
and we’ll be lucky to express unpunished dissent,
everything is rented, and nothing is owned
and the only thing left to me is my debt and lament…

That all I want is what my father had
what my grandfather had before and his had as well
that dream which was stolen to be rented back to us
in this post American corporatist hell…

I work like a dog, and my wages stay stale
yet my rent, groceries and my home utility
skyrocket without a limit
and I feel so lost in all the futility.

So, when asked why I don’t care
about the struggle of those so far away,
I point to where we stand, brothers and sisters
to where our shattered dreams lay

How did my heart grow to hate,
those who just don’t belong
those who stole our dreams,
and our suffering struggle prolonged?

It’s simple when you follow the funds
every last nickel and dime plucked away fast
from our families’ inheritance, from our birthright
every stolen penny…down to the last.

It was ours…. now it’s gone,
and dreamers now can only dream
for nothing can be obtained by the poor
for debt slavery now reigns supreme.

They are the ones who filled me with hate,
they are the ones who caused me to rage
when they stole from my family’s future
and put us in poverty’s perpetual cage…

All I wanted was a home…
Just a place we could call our own…
just an acre…a sliver…of land….
In which to live, and be left alone…

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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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