Show Your Teeth
Call me victorious
As I walk the battle grounds
Head held up high
Holding onto the heart of this world.
Choking out the black smoke we call death.
Above my head it is cradled
I'll let you get out your white flag,
Wave it around in this diseased air,
Trudge through the bodies of the dead
and through the crimson stained ground
You'll make every minute go to waste
Every face left blank
Nothing more than an empty vessel.
You'll call retreat
Without looking down
To see who's at your feet.
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