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Minds of the Foundation
Secure, Contain, Protect,
Born of every nation,
And armed with Intellect!

Iron, Fire,
Silicon and Oil,
Are the tools that drive our ire.

Bullet, blade,
Armour and the Atom,
All the weapons Man hath made.

Petty Gods will bar our path,
The way to truth and glory,
They will know our dutif'l wrath,
They cannot end our story.