Will he crave the bow
And yet go on tending
The plow and mow
Will he forget
The flesh he craves
Go on living
Neglecting earthly graves
Put him in his cage
Shall he not dream of fight
Sweat and blood
Tears and guts
Soul and marrow
He indeed his
Pillars brake shall
Be glad for death
For in death eternity
Is man finely free
For all along it is
over death
He longed for victory
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