Vive la France


Her torn heart burns,
Eyes bright aflame.
The world gapes in horror,
As Catholicism is slain.

Paris is alight once more,
And precious things are no more.
Her head falls down,
She is ashamed.

Something so precious,
And worldly adored,
Eight hundred years of existence
Taken in five minutes of scorn.

The world burns alongside her,
We all are French today.
Vive la France,
She will never be the same.

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