Marching steadfast through the rain
To points ahead as yet unknown,
Knowing only when the trek is
finished
Will the point be made,
The enemy confronted and
The final debt be paid
To obliterate and liberate
The high and mighty from
their throne.
He was but a simple man
Meant to live a simple life,
Wishing harm to no one,
Professing peace, lamenting
love,
'Til grave obsession played its
hand
Sweeping down from high above
Enslaving those of unlike
value,
Saddling their hearts with
strife.
Now the husk is off the corn;
The closed door taken off the
hinge.
The patriot is primed and ready
For his taste of sweet
revenge.
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