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Be slowly lifted up, thou long black arm,
Great gun towering toward Heaven, about to curse;
Reach at that arrogance, which needs thy harm,
And beat it down before the sins grow worse;
But when thy spell be cast complete and whole,
May God curse thee, and cut thee from our soul!

                 Wilfred Owen (1893 - 1918)

this became one of 16 movements from Requiem for Peace