Interesting phrase there, huh? “Unto the breach.” Push through the gap in the line of defense that separates you from the opposition.
"Unto the breach, Brothers"? Only brothers? What of the sisters? Can they stay home, and wait for the men to return covered in glory, in ribbons, or covered in
Or shall they, too, stand the line, awaiting this call, to " o'er The Top, Lads!" To charge the guns of the enemy, and race, pumped with fear, stampede with adrenalin, through the gap in the wire laid open by the night's mortar fall?
Do we, who stand the night in the trenches of our defenses, have the luxury of know that our sisters are home safe, or shall we know that they stand shoulder to shoulder with us, to rise and fall with our fate, and calmer for the victory of the 'marrow? I think they do.
We all need to be here; be ready when the cannon roar, and the unseen rounds whistle over head, disturbed in the sleepless night. We all need to rise with the first rays of Ra, the life giver, to charge across the broken land, and fight, fire, and stab, bringing to an end the tyranny of the Usurper’s reign.
So, tiz now the cry, "Into the breach! O'er the Top! And drive the Bastards down to the pits from which they rose!"
True, in all it is true, send them back into the pits of darkness where they chose demonic forces to do their bidding on the land once so free, the land which so embraced liberty, and now is shrouded in darkness, fear, cynicism, distrust, and deceit.
The dark one has covered the land with clouds thicker, more choking, than the white gas that burns the lungs. Into the Breach! Into the Breach! By God's own decree, humanity must be free ... Unto the Breach!
Ready now your will, be sure your soul, be ready with your determined skill, for Ra, the life giver of old does rise!
With dawn comes to the smoking and shattered landscape. As does the Old One rise, so to shall we rise, and charge the breach, with cries, and shouts, that will chill those beyond barricades.
Let them hear our voices barking as the hounds coming upon them to take their souls and send them back to the darkest pits which gave them birth ... Unto the Breach, I say, Unto the Breach!
And then Ra does die again, and the day is ours, and the enemy of liberty is vanquished, let us morn our brothers and sisters who have fallen at their hands. Lt us swear vengeance to the Gods we walk with, and intern our past comrades. Let them be honored as fallen heroes, and let them rise to meet their creator, and find sup with them, and let them commune with the heroes that will this day give their all. Let them find rest from the carnage that is come. Having found rest, let them once again make way to the womb to be born again of woman, and find in the free future that is to come, the long life that was robbed of them by the dark deeds of this Usurper ... Unto the Breach.
Then, finally, knowing that we have won the day, securing liberty for the land, let us put to death this thing called war. Let us, by the final blow of the will, bend our hearts to the peace taken from us by dark deeds done. Let us embrace what is light, and right, and good, and fight our brothers and sisters no more. So now, cry I...
Unto The Breach!
(c) 2006 Well Past Midnight; 2011 version for the Occupy Movement