Souvenir of Felony

There, pint of blood yet prevails,
On dark foots of thee colossal growth.
There,Even the almighty time fails to erase:
The testimony of the unutterable felony of man.

The stain perpetuates,
Against the reign of kings
Against the will of Gods.
An entity protects it.
To fulfill the duty bestowed upon it
By the noble victims of the war.
Their final anguished breath,
And their last trickling pint of blood.
In the phantom hands of the entity:
Prevails safe, Prevails profound.

The blood remains wet.
From the dead millennia to the newborn-one.
To wet the imbecile feet
Who wish to repeat the felony:
As a warning
As a souvenir.

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