one battle left behind, toward the next,
in spite of surging pride for duty's call
to bring its light to all the race of man!
Not wearied but enlivened by the fight,
with justice-painted grins on faces grim,
it walks erect by faith in moral Right
that saves benighted men from headless crowns!
It marches girt with epistemic arms,
congealed with blood from accidental foes,
while there, upon the victory field in woe,
lay murdered words and straw men hacked to bits.
Such self-anointed saviors as these clowns,
but for our sakes will cut us dummies down!
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