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A Glorious Death

A Glorious Death
To press the sin upon the others not invoked The sinners and the fusiliers both are shy To die scornfully as none to protect To push in the bed virtually not found.

I glanced up the deck burning
As if the was child burnt into ashes
In the heap of dead warriors
To fight against the rebellions.
At a glance I saw the whole thing
The holy miracles vanished at once
To embrace death with gallant touch
It was a burning flame that never vanished
To restore the flame forever.
The girl was the last symbol
To guide and protect her
It was a virtual fortification aside
To be dead soul like marmalade
In the garden of flower plants and herbs
To grow everlasting with courage inflaming
All the time where hopes and aspirations not fulfilled
Even to starve to survive with glory and chastity
To be shaken off like a thief and hoarders
To press the sin upon the others not invoked
The sinners and the fusiliers both are shy
To die scornfully as none to protect
To push in the bed virtually not found.
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