"Are you proud of all the hatred you've earned?"
Dark Storms // Our Last Night
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Dark Storms // Our Last Night

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Courage mes gars: La guerre est proche.
I plant my little plot of beans, I sit beneath my cyprus tree; I do not know what trouble means, I cultivate tranquillity . . . But as to-day my walk I made In all serenity and cheer, I saw cut in an agave blade: "Courage, my comrades, war is near!"
Seward I went, my feet were slow, Awhile I dowsed upon the shore; And then I roused with fear for lo! I saw six grisly ships of war. A grim, grey line of might and dread Against the skyline looming sheer: With horror to myself I said: "Courage, my comrades, war is near!"
I saw my cottage on the hill With rambling roses round the door; It was so peaceful and so still I sighed . . . and then it was no more. A flash of flame, a rubble heap; I cried aloud with woe and fear . . . And wok myself from troubled sleep - My home was safe, war was not near.
Oh, I am old, my step is frail, My carcase bears a score of scars, And as I climbed my homeward trail Sadly I thought of other wars. And when that agave leaf I saw With vicious knife I made a blear Of words clean-cut into the raw: "Courage, my comrades, war is near!"
Who put hem there I do not know - One of these rabid reds, no doubt; But I for freedom struck my blow, With bitter blade I scraped them out. There now, said I, I will forget, And smoke my pipe and drink my beer - Yet in my mind these words were set: "Courage, my comrades, war is near!"
"Courage, my comrades, war is near!" I hear afar its hateful drums; Its horrid din assails my ear: I hope I die before it comes. . . . Yet as into the town I go, And listen to the rabble cheer, I think with heart of weary woe: War is not coming - WAR IS HERE.
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Robert William Service 1874-1958
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Graphic - De Es Schwertberger (B.1942)
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Qualunque cosa tu faccia nella vita sarà insignificante, ma è molto importante che tu lo faccia, perché nessun altro lo farà
Our Last Night

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Can’t take back the cards you dealt on this long and lonely road to hell. The throne must be such a sad and lonely place. Living breathing flesh and blood, sweat and tears swept under the rug, I’m just a number to you, just ones and twos. The power keeps you feeling high but how low Do you sink into your bed at night anchored down with guilt? Do you toss and turn from all the bridges you’ve burned Or are you proud of all, the hatred you’ve earned?
Our Last Night, in “Dark Storms”
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Do you toss and turn from all the bridges you've burned?
Our Last Night - “Dark Storms”