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March On "Who so touches a hair on yon grey head Dines like a king!  March on!" he said. "And kill them all!" Scorched earth, torched homes, Empty temples, toppled thrones Of ancient scions. March on! Blood, burning, Babylon, Babies, bodies, buried on The tears of Zion. March on! Fire, fucking, fury, rape. Are we gods or are we apes In our dominion? March on! Battles, banners, knaves and fools, Carrion for the crows and wolves, A feast of minions. March on! The God of Wrath, Deus Irae, Calls out commands, has this to say: March on!  March on! You dogs of war. March on!  March on! Snap sav

The Soldier and the Whipping Boy I'm the soldier of a thousand wars As I stand before the king, With the lords and ladies pressing round To hear the news I bring. "Did you make your stand in foreign lands? Was the enemy too cruel? Was the prince a hero to his men Or a coward and a fool?" In a corner of the court I stand, In the riches of a prince, And I fear the judgement you might make Of folly and of sins, For your cold disdain will bring me pain And your mercy bring me joy. Speak soft, I pray, for it's me who'll pay As the prince's whipping boy. O, I would not bring that pain to you With the anger from my lips, Though I