12-28-2012, 12:58 PM
How great our nation is?
Wealth, Knowledge, Military might,
Our scholars the wisest in all the lands.
The gods look down on us with favor.
Who can stand against us?
Our borders secure, we retaliate swiftly,
Against all who oppose us.
Their cities are ash, blowing in the wake of our armies.
What heathens they are?
To think themselves demigods,
Imposing their will, every resource devoted,
Mocking our sovereignty, while exalting their own.
To one end we seek,
The end of our enemies.
Reborn in service for our country,
For our god, toward death we march.
When will there be a victor?
The ancient peoples are gone.
What do you say of them?
Were they not great?
Common people suffer screaming madness,
Voices drowned by the blood-beat of war machines,
churning man into marine. laying waste to all,
Until they are left a husk, a shell, a broken vessel that no longer holds life.
Ending, with the breaking of all things man.
I have made a few changes,
Below is what i began with:
How great our nation is?
Wealth, Knowledge, Military might,
Our scholars the wisest in all the lands.
The gods look down on us with favor.
Who can stand against us?
Our borders secure, we strike back with vengence,
Against all who appose us.
Their cities are ash.
What heathens are they?
To think themselves demigods,
Imposing their will,
Destroying our culture.
To one end we seek,
The end of our enemies.
We are born to die,
For our country, for our god.
When will there be a victor?
The ancient peoples are gone.
What say you of them?
Great were they not?
Common people suffer,
Hidden powers grow,
At the expense of all,
Life on earth.
Wealth, Knowledge, Military might,
Our scholars the wisest in all the lands.
The gods look down on us with favor.
Who can stand against us?
Our borders secure, we retaliate swiftly,
Against all who oppose us.
Their cities are ash, blowing in the wake of our armies.
What heathens they are?
To think themselves demigods,
Imposing their will, every resource devoted,
Mocking our sovereignty, while exalting their own.
To one end we seek,
The end of our enemies.
Reborn in service for our country,
For our god, toward death we march.
When will there be a victor?
The ancient peoples are gone.
What do you say of them?
Were they not great?
Common people suffer screaming madness,
Voices drowned by the blood-beat of war machines,
churning man into marine. laying waste to all,
Until they are left a husk, a shell, a broken vessel that no longer holds life.
Ending, with the breaking of all things man.
I have made a few changes,
Below is what i began with:
How great our nation is?
Wealth, Knowledge, Military might,
Our scholars the wisest in all the lands.
The gods look down on us with favor.
Who can stand against us?
Our borders secure, we strike back with vengence,
Against all who appose us.
Their cities are ash.
What heathens are they?
To think themselves demigods,
Imposing their will,
Destroying our culture.
To one end we seek,
The end of our enemies.
We are born to die,
For our country, for our god.
When will there be a victor?
The ancient peoples are gone.
What say you of them?
Great were they not?
Common people suffer,
Hidden powers grow,
At the expense of all,
Life on earth.