A waiting world grows weary
And somewhere near the End
That Beast moves one step forward
To let our patience spend
Another day, another year—
Restless wills contend
To bring about by their own means
Beginnings of the End.
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A groaning world seems silent,
Calm is the storm before.
It softens to a whisper,
Then turns its head and roars,
To drown out prayers of piety,
To swallow up the poor;
The ears of all the masses
Ring with calls for war.
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A broken world grows wary
Of wolves disguised as sheep;
It seizes wolves and sheep to die,
By guillotine they’ll sleep.
And blood unholy mingles
With martyr’s blood which reaps
The Victory, which comes with veil
To wipe God’s face and weep.