VICTORY
Foul, stinking Death, I hate you--go away!
I will not let you take me, now or ever --
I'll light my nights as bright as noontime day
I will not die--my name will live forever!
O God, if you are there, slay Death for me,
That lingers in the shadow of my shoulder
Just out of view, where I can barely see,
Crafty, plotting, planning, daily bolder---
Oh God, it's time! To arms! take up the fight
And range your hosts across the hell-black sky--
Advance, attack in force, meet might with might--
Deal death to Death--yes,- Death itself must die!
A cold and silent night, a mother's sigh--
The victory of a newborn baby's cry!
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