ancient songs

the drums

they are a sounding,

calling the clan

to war;

many will die

before this day

is through;

but die they shall

anyway;

for eventually

death takes

us all,

and tis better

to die on the fields,

with a blade of steel,

than in a bed

from time and age;

all things

have a season,

all things

have a place,

and if this be

your time,

if this be

your place,

then so be it,

do not fear it,

embrace it,

be not sad,

be of great cheer,

for the true battle

is almost done,

and soon

ye shall be standing

in the palace

of the King;

where all things

lie down

in peace.

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