A different line was written on the sides of humanity,
Flaky flames rose to be cluttered smoke, proper particles.
I as a dead captain decomposed, and felt stiff opposition,
From the angelic companions always following me.
The deafening trumpet was blown through divine nostrils,
The chubby flesh of the dead overgrew with their agile motion.
Once resurrected you must be sweet and solemn,
For your resurrector forbade war and politics
On the last day, on which you pained your souls forever.
Electric currents, invoked by the highest forces,
Collected and drove anger at the hearts of men.
They were all to be resurrected eventually,
To be dead before that.
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