Kindling The World Conflagration

May war be due his endless

And sovereign honours

As the king is due his crown

The dead their obsequies

Let August murder serve

At the hand of its prince

Deposing the dark years

That neglected its fiege

How the flaming silence

Will drink the screams

Of the aeon that incurred

A coward's name

Return the stolen laurels

That were thieved by

Reverence of all life despite how weak

Ill-gloried with all the flattery

Of a ferid tyrant

And the pomp hat defers

To a vain throne

The contemptless aeons of our fathers

Prostrate themselves duty

In shameful sorrow

Their heads upon the block

Of lives too protracted

That words would not themselves befoul

To enumerate the course of years

Ignite these impious words and kindle

The world conflagration

Now the flaming silence

Will drink the screams

Of the aeon that incurred

A coward's name