O for the Fortunate Ones
O for the fortunate ones
that sweat in beads of mercy
and walk unencumbered
through paths of dappled sunlight
those lucky sons of fathers
bestowed with the gift of silver speech
to call out the demons of human nature
or weave ribbons of sweeping praise
O, Oh now for the times of times
of times when footsteps echoed under hills
over mountains in the breast of fire and freedom
when men of men were faultless angels
and strode in chambers of solace and silence and glory
glory like Olympus rising from cumulus clouds
glory like the fife and drum of immortalized battle
O for the fortunate glory of Death and blood and
mercy
that sweat in beads of mercy
and walk unencumbered
through paths of dappled sunlight
those lucky sons of fathers
bestowed with the gift of silver speech
to call out the demons of human nature
or weave ribbons of sweeping praise
O, Oh now for the times of times
of times when footsteps echoed under hills
over mountains in the breast of fire and freedom
when men of men were faultless angels
and strode in chambers of solace and silence and glory
glory like Olympus rising from cumulus clouds
glory like the fife and drum of immortalized battle
O for the fortunate glory of Death and blood and
mercy
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