Down through the spiraling abyss of Time
history stains red the valiant sublime;
when Divinity is praised before
throes of death hold fast men at War,
thankfulness rewards him doubly Divine.
Giving praise in all things even the pain
enduring all 'til an empty mind remains
-tipped and poured out like a jar-
then filled to make a weapon of War,
thankfully serving to any campaign.
Guided by shadows of the past heroes
together advance light of our futures
thankfully I call them patriots all,
the bond most simple and natural
a Union so strong inherently grows.
From Paul Revere's ride to the Concord Hymn
Boston Tea or Maryland Battalion-
from these thankful patriotic eyes
see Freedom from a wound arise,
and to all be providence beholden!





















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It is a full 1 point deduction for each when I score. Can the power of your pen make up for that? We'll soon know! 
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