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On His Command
You're readied, poised
for the attack
eyes staring, black
through dismal places
and all those faces
staring back
Prepared so deep
within the mind
The Gods, blind
have set that fate
that you will wait
sword in hand
'til the last command
sets you free from the gate
And wait we will
and longer still
on his command
that fateful hand
to glorious death
upon his land.
