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TheSourpatch — HAMMERITES
Published: 2013-02-22 05:52:29 +0000 UTC; Views: 311; Favourites: 11; Downloads: 0
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Strike the hammer, melt the iron.No time for talk, no time for play.
Keep the furnace hot, let not your hammer waver.
So tired of this rhythm,
Our voices harmonized in a hymn.
We are the builders of this age,
We are the men that sing in praise,
All hail the Master Builder!
He hath given us hands for creating,
Given us minds for design,
Given us hearts to feel our sins,
And blessed us with a hammer-
So we may smite our foes.
If thou hast eyes but do not see this,
Pluck them out, they are no use.
So call forth the fury, call forth the sparks.
We are the fire, we are the hot,
We are the men that sing in praise.
For see how easily evil falls,
When the righteous holds the blade!
Comments: 5
A wondrous verse, like a be-lettered rose!
It flowers in lines and bears thorns of prose!
I stoop to pluck this for my wreath,
But alas it has died and lives only in breath.
{X>3 I do so enjoy your writings, Sourpatch.
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wow, you don't seem to have trouble rhyming!
and thank you
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"...When I was very young, Karras took me away from the foundry mother and said, 'thou art the child of my endeavours. Follow me and thou shalt inherit
the Earth' praise be to Karras, praise be to Karras!..." gotta love that fanatic
sorry, i know you posted your comment about 6 months ago but oh well
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