The secrets of the stones,
The story of the bones,
The mighty men gathered,
Blood, rage and hatred in their eyes.
A blood sacrifice in mind,
Not a sniff of fear amongst these god's.
Connoly, Clarke and Pearse wrought with wrath,
While all cowered and fell,
A twist yet to tell.............! ! ! ! ! ! ! ......? ? ? ? .
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