Symphony of violence

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From this silent Symphony of violence
to wit the beauty of becoming did sprout
this chaos did birth the best of man
For life did steady play a two-toned tune

In dying do we be born yet again
And in bleeding do we let life become
We may cry and hate all the hatred
But man never was a peaceful critter

what else do the drunken gods crave
If not the crimson music from war's fields
the hail and grinding of chariot wheels
breaking of bones and knitting of guts

In this symphony of grit and strife
Dost man make name and eat bread
So cry havoc and open the pits of hell
For long live death, long live war.
- - Henry Akuete

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