A holy war was never started
A strange amalgam of events
Fortunes are made
And ruins
Duty and melted wings
Wound up soldiers and a race to sleep!
God save us our progress
War is in us
A holy war was never started
A strange amalgam of events
Fortunes are made
And ruins
Duty and melted wings
Wound up soldiers and a race to sleep!
God save us our progress
War is in us
Isn’t it only the indulgent man who can disdain himself enough to muster the hatred to look for the ugliness inside him—some men even with a grin and gallows humor?
The Prodigal