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Hail! Master Death!

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When conquerors lift the bloody shield,
Showing the fallen's ooze of life,
And on a waste of blasted field
Joy quickens to the drum and fife,
Then the weird brood of flame and fate,
Far under ground, are ill at ease,
And rock their bodies, as they wait,
When Death shall strangle even these.

The banquet board is red and white,

And laughter bubbles with the wine;
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Sylvia Lukeman 03 April 2020

How thought provoking, massive tragedies such as war being compared to death always

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