Here Lies a Sword

Here lies an unpolished sword—still sheathed

Rusted with doubt and the lies we’ve believed

Neglected, forsaken, left unretrieved

While we create fire-breathing dragons.

The monsters we’ve made with our own traitor hands

Have lept to our throats with murd’rous demands

Vicious in depths only hell understands

Are the horrors required by our dragons.

Upon the stone alter our own hands have piled,

Grown cold with our hearts, with our own hands defiled

We willingly cut out the throat of each child

A sacrifice meet for the dragons.

We loathe and despise the tyrants we’ve made,

Still, we surrender, too weak and afraid

To unsheathe our Weapon and sharpen the blade,

To annihilate devilish dragons.

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