9 Many are wise in the ways of the aearth,
10 While others look to the bstars,
11 But all have Chosen in ways we can't see,
12 To live or to die with us.
13 And if you want, you can view them all as cvictims,
14 dAnd drop tears and flowers on their graves,
15 But maybe they're right on course with their way,
16 On a mission that doesn't fit neatly,
17 In the eattic of your brain.
18 Some may be here to teach us,
19 Some may be here to learn,
20 And some may be waiting for other days,
21 Before sharing the light they see.
CHAPTER 241 The ways of the Chosen were varied,
2 But linked by their gift for creating,
3 fNew worlds from the deeps of their minds.
4 You can list the gcrimes of the Spics,
5 And berate the hFrogs and the iBrits,
6 And it's lots of fun to revile the jKrauts,
7 And to scowl and jeer at the kYanks,
8 But they made the lworld you live in,
9 And if you call them scum,
10 Then maybe your nerve will last long enough,
11 To replace their vast achievements,
12 With mbetter ones of your own.
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CHAPTER 251 The way of the Spics was an altar,
2 Drenched in the nblood of their faith,
3 Which they gave up to God with a passion,
4 And a pride that would pay any price.
5 The life of the altar is hard and of stone,
6 And it ends with a solid-ogold blade,
7 Which severs the heart still beating,
8 And turns flesh into pgod for an inkling,
9 If fear has not broken the spell.
10 So they rode out in search of a treasure,
11 That was qworth the blessing and pain,
12 Masters of fear and its bite on the soul,
13 But afraid of the one fear that's cold at the heart,
14 The fear of the Lord God's disdain.
15 For if He rspurned their altar,
16 And the heart they proffered him,
17 Then how could they be braver,
18 Who already sanctified themselves with pain?
19 And maybe they dreamt of mercy,
20 And a healing god of tears,
21 But this soldier of Christ lived a crucible,
22 And if he lived it far too hard,
23 Slaying one sworld for each altar he built,
24 He would tdie like a dog before kneeling,
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