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Where is that sword ,
O lord of war ?
Where is that steel
Cold
Thirsting for my blood ?
“ On Guard “ , I say
And dare you to a duel ;
Jupiter O ,
With lightening strike ,
Strike with what you may ,
Waste no mercy
Nor spare thy wrath ;
And though descend to dust
I may ,
In Man ,
You have a mighty foe !
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