Anonymous
ID: U7he/cRP
6/14/2025, 11:43:01 AM No.507324713
Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our blood-soaked, vengeful gates of slaughter shall stand
A deceitful woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her treacherous hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her lying eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
“Sharpen your swords!” cries she
With pouty lips. “Give me your bloodthirsty, your lustful,
Your violent hordes yearning to rape,
The wretched refuse of your desperate lore.
Send these, the naive, the easily duped to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our blood-soaked, vengeful gates of slaughter shall stand
A deceitful woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her treacherous hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her lying eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
“Sharpen your swords!” cries she
With pouty lips. “Give me your bloodthirsty, your lustful,
Your violent hordes yearning to rape,
The wretched refuse of your desperate lore.
Send these, the naive, the easily duped to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”
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