Blissful ignorance
Brimming with the slow acting poison of comfortThe horn of plenty is fitted with a spigot
And I gleefully take my crumbs in silence
Oh giver take thy place among the stars
I succumb willingly
Raise the flag of ferocity
Misunderstanding only fuels me
I will sing the battle hymns
For the war I'm unwilling to raise my sword in
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