Undulatory Terror
Pulsating with contempt,
Grey, with no little malignant fire,
Crawling, heavy and oppressive weight,
On, forward is it's path!
Grey, grim, pregnant gore!
No scene of colour here!
Ethereal laceration yearning!
Arterial spray of freedom!
March! Forcing on with bile,
Crawling, shoving, oozing through!
No relief, no rest from they!
Whose army know no fatigue!
Lurking, draining, defiling all,
How is this here?
Far, long and wide it is,
It shall never yield!
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