Believe me, I could travel out
Into an icy land I'd scout,
Where peace spring forth a new bud sprout;
Into the ice
Believe me, I go beyond doubt
Away from this fire land of drought
To a fame land I'd talk'd about,
I won't look twice.
Let the country keep her burning
And the light'ning tongues keep fuming,
Old war songs chants are returning;
Abroad I go
Jolly-patently will I swing
Into a safe place and well-being
Kept in peace, in her shall I cling-
-Myself unto.
In time, if I go abroad still
And not a drop of peace to chill,
But attracting neo-wars that kill
Again with fire;
Where puny mortals' blood will spill,
Furnace and flames erupt; until
The bleeding world burns out; I will-
-Go on haywire.
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