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dire symphony, electric cacophony
the call is pure and wild
as it echoes in the heart of man
sweet and turgid like bitter fear
the summons has gone out aloud
let those who hear hark to it's call
rally under it's banner or fall
against an onslaught driven by emtion
the lines now unclearly drawn lie
each with arms, glistening steel, fervent prayer
the heralds to strike the note of advance
now, to meet death with it's sultry glance.
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