Do you feel the cold?
Through buttress stone seeping
Does this wretched cause
Lay cuddled with you sleeping?
Married to the wilted line
Cold, boney fingers creeping
"round your crooked spine
Beyond the bitter frost of weeping
Where warm bloods do not go
Worshipping slaughter
As death's sad tribute
To the uncowed we
Who believe in some things more
Than evil's frigid lee
Of hatred, pain, and gore
Oh! Do you feel this cold?
Maring humanity's core
This is your legacy
The stuff in failures fold
Of hegemony and disgust
As cold as man is old
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