Now must war be set in motion
since all recourse is gone,
loose the dogs in their devotion
ere the golden dawn.
Our patience sorely tested
and friendship badly strained
there are enemies to be bested
by troops superbly trained.
The peace will shatter anew
with yet one more onslaught
stepping over all we slew
as hosts remain unfought.
Conquest is our anthem
for all who dare oppose,
and peace remain a phantom
until our sword lies in repose.
Give us now the victory
to sate our appetites
and set us down in history
as those who won the fights.
The power of the generals
with egos running mad,
our posterity they will saddle with
the greatest empire ever had.
Until the certain rebellions
unclench our iron hand,
and armies of zealous hellions
throw down our house of sand.
by Robert Quinn
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