/lit/ - Literature

Bring upon my future the bombs
Bring upon my future the Razorwire and Tanks
Give me the glory of a vanquished Babylon and false prophets from there high ivory towers
Arise my son , Carry the words of your forefathers upon this great struggle , you arise upon dawn with a thousand brothers in a thousand tongues
Your bloods washes upon the streets as if the rain into the very deserts and seas irrigating them with life
Arise upon your broken blade left shattered lest we forget the occupiers march by each flag by dreamt conqueror
Leave them with there heads ducked by arrows , leave them ducked by arrows upon there marching armies
Glory , glory , arise upon each story of victory and advance to the chanting of the fatherland of heralding sabers rattled upon the field against the decisive victory by each enemy and occupier left stranded and beckoned by their glory and inevitable damnation by attrition
Give me no mercy upon this enemy , give rally , show no mercy in your charge
Arise upon the blade of broken and occupied land with welded shields and swords
Give no excuse by mention of retreat give glory , give rise upon the bloodied fanfare of your death
You are the heroes who will lead a future to defeat a nation by oceans by each race and rifle upon your back lies the glory of a free nation by god and glory to your country
Raise the standards upon the occupier lands , unify and arise the new lands upon the broken bombers and Tanks
Arise a struggle to give clarity to people of the worlds , arise by bloodied flag and raised banner. You are the future , you are our manifest. Leave nothing left for the enemy as you rise to defend our future