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 We fight the fraud that feeds desire on    Lies, in a lust to enslave or kill, The barren creed of blood and iron, Vampire of Europe's wasted will.

Endure, O Earth! and thou, awaken, Purged by this dreadful winnowing-fan, O wronged, untameable, unshaken Soul of divinely suffering man!

LAURENCE BINYON