Choirs ignite...
A swansong for Leda,
Deathknells for Troy,
Tragedy blooms from one act-
I am Nemesis!
So strike up the skies. The diction of thunder,
God-given rites. No fiction can deafen the fact,
I am Nemesis!
Cowled in utter grief,
I am the priest of a new disorder
Whose flag unfurled,
Bears a hatred for the western world.
There is no compromise,
No piped lament to stay the blind.
Just a shrike cacophony of war.
Retorts
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