Sing sweet momentus!
Your great tidings hail,
our lowliness of the patients.
Frigidness bring that sweet numbing sting
That opium den of the lions
But how in this light
Can we ever continue to fight
The battle of unconquerable foes?
The swords that we yield
Fall like trampled daisy fields
And our hearts bleed with vapid devotion.
Yet our orders still ring
Sweet tidings they bring
For the reward is a baroness of cadence.
That sweet numbing sting
That all he who can bring
Will drowse us all into victory at last!
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