In Spite of the Murdering Shadows

In Spite of the Murdering Shadows

Even in the agony of falling
We persist and sing
Of our finest of hours

Even in
The furious moments of battle
We savor this life
As we clutch to its dwindling frame

Even in our dying breaths
Jubilation is ours
A restless joy
Within the murdering shadows

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