CommentO wild X Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being,
Stoking the cauldron of the human progression
Unmasked, the vision clear:
To build, to conquer, to better
A pause to ponder the sacrificial bedrock
Ve9 Demons, Cruel Casualties
In the amphitheater of the great city of humanity
A scythe runs through the chaos of formation.
We learn, We mourn, We honor
On chain, our kinship unbroken,
Up, Right, our direction, certain as the wind.
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