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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required III Our sons have gone to serve the Reds to serve the Reds to risk their heads! O bitter,bitter pain, Sweet living! A torn overcoat an Austrian gun! -To get the bourgeosie We'll start a fire a worldwide fire, and drench it in blood- The good Lord bless us! -O you bitter bitterness, boring boredom, deadly boredom. This is how I will spend my time. This is how I will scratch my head, munch on seeds, some sunflower seeds, play with my knife play with my knife. You bourgeosie, fly as a sparrow! I'll drink your blood, your warm blood, for love, for dark-eyed love. God, let this soul, your servant, rest in peace. Such boredom! XII ... On they march with sovereign tread... ‘Who else goes there? Come out! I said come out!’ It is the wind and the red flag plunging gaily at their head. The frozen snow-drift looms in front. ‘Who’s in the drift! Come out! Come here!’ There’s only the homeless mongrel runt limping wretchedly in the rear ... ‘You mangy beast, out of the way before you taste my bayonet. Old mongrel world, clear off I say! I’ll have your hide to sole my boot! The shivering cur, the mongrel cur bares his teeth like a hungry wolf, droops his tail, but does not stir ... ‘Hey answer, you there, show yourself.’ ‘Who’s that waving the red flag?’ ‘Try and see! It’s as dark as the tomb!’ ‘Who’s that moving at a jog trot, keeping to the back-street gloom?’ ‘Don’t you worry ~ I’ll catch you yet; better surrender to me alive!’ ‘Come out, comrade, or you’ll regret it ~ we’ll fire when I’ve counted five!’ Crack ~ crack ~ crack! But only the echo answers from among the eaves ... The blizzard splits his seams, the snow laughs wildly up the wirlwind’s sleeve ... Crack ~ crack ~ crack! Crack ~ crack ~ crack! ... So they march with sovereign tread ... Behind them limps the hungry dog, and wrapped in wild snow at their head carrying a blood-red flag ~ soft-footed where the blizzard swirls, invulnerable where bullets crossed ~ crowned with a crown of snowflake pearls, a flowery diadem of frost, ahead of them goes Jesus Christ.
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