The territory was taken into hands blackened by the taint of abnegation
Blood spilled in the name of greater good the only goods within that nation
Collectivists collecting collections of disenfranchised; misery incorporation
Atavistic abandonment of self-respect in favor of envy; Cain’s continuation
The downtrodden, bound and sodden, tied to a trail of tears and ravens
Seeing nought but nothing sought so much as immolation
Yet, the few – we few – found an altogether brazen Atavus
The corpus of revanchism was seen as schism and swiftly put to flames
Yet, secret libraries remained outside their dead inertial reference frame
The lists of names – betrayers, destroyers, thieves, cannibals – maintained
Contained within stains of sin ingrained on parchment, a map of blame
A lane of travel, pain knots ravel, revealed and awaiting the snarling claim
Our reign was born in bloody rain, burned out eyes blind to scorn and shame
Yes, the few – we few – found an altogether murderous abacus
The conscience of the world at large is not so large and shrinking day by day
Once golden gleam of freedom trodden underfoot by mules and asses, bray
Pressure mounted ‘neath the ground, heating forges, melting clay
Hammer, anvil, crucible; forging weapons made to slay
Alloys hard and brittle shatter, still shrapnel kills upon the scattered spray
Tension, friction, predilections for vengeance cause the bonds to fray
Yea, the few – we few – bound an altogether glaring basilisk
The ivory towers were not well made, excepting ones they stole and claimed
Then maimed and killed the craftsmen; gates fell quickly, guard was tamed
Swinging from the weathervanes, academic corpses hanged and shamed
Merlin’s staff was made of holly, stolen magic dark with folly thus inflamed
Burning, screaming parasites leaping into sea; wood of holly, court of Vehm
Unnamed traitors forced to cater, corruption’s names proclaimed
Halls of Power, cowards cower; napalm showers thence were aimed
While scouring out Darkness’ roots, The Revanchists were unashamed
Aye, the few – we few – found an altogether thorough animus
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