we stand at the fore front
of an army unknown
we are united as one
charging down upon the enemy
the wait is endless
finally the clashing of swords armor and sheilds
the constant falling of bodies
death surrounds us all
as the battle rages
the fog of war sets in
everything slows
we move on instinct alone
no more petty rights or wrongs
no reason to the madness
pushing on
finally a clearing can be seen
carving through
we find we have won
atleast today
for tomorrow we pray
to be set free
of these warriors days

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