O monstrous beast red with war and blue with thought,

Think no more, for rest has found you,

In the arms of understanding,

In the halls of welcoming brethren with whom you have fought.

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Lay down your anger and willful violence.

Lay down your fate with eager breath.

Pick up the plow and build a home.

Make war with the earth and conquer all to your fence.

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But what power can take the ferocity from his bones?

What fire can cleanse the war/bloodshed from his soul?