Separate

By Phil Gioldasis
To separate thus the doomed winters loom.
And blessed wishes of weddings kindness.
Spinning around like dances to divide.
A painful in pin prick in souls divine.
To support and gain a cyclones gloom.
Of power behind weighty unions command.
Whom therefore separates all to wisdoms aim.
And stands behind the throne and above.
To says to divinities union away therefore.
As many as ordained service to proclaim.
In our hands peace or a sword to reflect.
That their destruction our republic stand.
Like a northern star to keep them out.
A southern home to catch like snares.
The will of judgment an men to decide.
The luck of many in which shall endure.
The world our world and principals rejoice.
To foretell and to dissolve hate to differ.
A republican party prevail a star be sought.
There destruction not come to rise above.
Like Lincoln the war to decide never untrue.
The hand of victory to give to the south.
And freely judge the principals of man.
And hate has shown us her blood blue