Alma Mater

We pledge to you
our mother, our home,
we kneel to you our cradle of stone,
as brothers, as sisters, we give our lives to you,
land of plenty, land of freedom, land of truth.

As infants we crawled,
as youngsters we ran,
in these hallowed halls,
each woman and man learn
the reach of their destiny, with knowledge in hand —
and we pledge to bring light to the rest of the land.

Academy Centralis,
the fire within our heart,
forever are we grateful
for how we stand apart,
the nation we defend shines like the greatest star on high,
and I will serve —
I will serve —
I will serve —
And I will serve it, gladly, though I know that I may die.

About Catastrophe Jones

Wretched word-goblin with enough interests that they're not particularly awesome at any of them. Terrible self-esteem and yet prone to hilarious bouts of hubris. Full of the worst flavors of self-awareness. Owns far too many craft supplies. Will sing to you at the slightest provocation.
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