Devoted to the code.
Don’t roil me up or payment will be your soul.
For honor is manifest,
In each deads’, deep-black, dug-hole.
Truer than the truest,
Of life and love: to rise above,
Be much more,
Then all wisdoms and vict’ries thereof.
Don’t you dare tear it down!
For protection’s reassured with life and limb;
As honor is fought and bled,
With fervent and blustering-hymn.
K. Aldaya, 9/20/06
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