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Home of Titans

Home of titans — where extension is the frame
Remission is the play — in this amaranthine game
In our compulsory advance — the conquest belts the soil
We build loggers of the wild land — that never will recoil
The terms are definite — in this exhausted engine
Scarred in the heaven’s blood — and seared into it’s skin
In the contamination range — the ice turns out insane
And a merciful tariff — does not make us humane
Home of titans — where dominion stuns the will
Cannibals and ogres — they have a pouch to fill
In our loathsome acumen — inheritance is tyranny
Our anima is overcome — and a womb is strategy
A seduction essential — in a lunatic cadence
A perfection of the style — but a murder of the sense
The executive array — operates a mercy-cane
But the occasional pardon — does not make us humane
Home of titans — where we shadow our own sun
Rapists and assassins — we all become
In our machinery of greed — a life is but a tool
Love is a residue — innocent blood is fuel
Yes we all partake — in this atrocity
This is the land of the axe — and of the mercenary
Then we write out contracts — in order not to cut a vein
But hiding slaughter in four walls — does not make us humane