Honor,

Devoted to the code.

Don’t roil me up or payment will be your soul.

For honor is manifest,

In each deads’, deep-black, dug-hole.

Honor.

Truer than the truest,

Conditions of…

Of life and love: to rise above,

The tragedy;

Be much more,

Then all wisdoms and vict’ries thereof.

Honor.

Don’t you dare tear it down!

For protection’s reassured with life and limb;

As honor is fought and bled,

With fervent and blustering-hymn.

K. Aldaya, 9/20/06

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