Applicable Poetry

Ancestors, in ancient lands, Elysian Fields did call thee,

With sword, shield, and head held high, never lost in memory.

The winds of time may blow throughout, but ye are not forgot.

Ye faced foes and countless forces, victory the deserved lot.

Ancestors, oh Ancestors, of proud legend and fame,

Are we who dwell in current times deserving of your name?

For most of we appear to see nothing but ourselves,

‘Tis manufactured ignorance, deep the evil delves.

Ancestors, oh Ancestors, we who are so wretched,

Hedonism, degeneracy, our souls die, stinking, fetid.

Ancestors, oh Ancestors, can we loyal few win,

Against evil forces who assail with seductive sin?

Their answer can be heard from deep within, for they too faced the mind demon.

“Take strength in virtue, family, and tradition, and steadfast will ye win.”

For the enemy is age-old and subversion his tool, the weak-willed his prey.

Those who are blind, ignorant, cowardly, and fearful will fall under his sway.

So choose now, Modern Man, which way will ye go?

Into the dust heap of history or the Elysian Field glow?

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