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If tears and guns and black-lace veils

Are all that your life entails,

Be true to the Tradition

And make Salvation your mission.

For if your pride be simply wrought

Or your mind and heart easily bought

Drop your fleshy shield

And let your true ignorance be revealed.

Who says that money and deeds live not forever?

Who says that saving lives and knowledging minds

Be not for the good of immortal endeavors

And should not be judged from the foolish kinds.

These are the dreams never realized,

These are the foes that live on;

That for not the enemy but for one prophesized,

Belief-slaves risk the approaching dawn.