Not really the spirit

 I call this a deranged erasure poem.

**

 

"Em em em"

O

                         captive

mourn in lonely exile

until ——

 

 

                                                Free

thine own                   

                                    people:

            give them victory

 

 

                                                Cheer

our spirits:

disperse the gloom

            and dark shadows

shall come

 

 

Make safe

                        the path to misery

 

 

                                                Might

thy

                        times

                                                awe

                        thee