We know death well. Never safe, we have learned.
Evidence of tragedy we see from our mound.
Broken souls, and bodies, 'pon yon lower ground.
Our brothers and sisters, our friendships and kin
Have given their all so that we might win.
How so very many have traveled below.
This our great sorrow. We begged them not to go!
This war has taken so many away,
When we wanted them, needed them badly, to stay.
Now arm-brothers gather into a group so tight...
Arm-sisters too, with us in this fight...
A family of loyalty,
A kinship true.
A fierce need have all embattled we
For You.
You, who read these words,
Fighting wars of your own.
We hope with all we have
You are not yet turned to stone.
We reach to You, in hopes that you'll share
Your reasons, your drive by which You dare.
You dare to give each moment
A further shot,
No matter that perhaps all You wish for
You have not.
The battle awaits You
The war ever rages
Fatality ever rises
In all further stages.
Will You lay down your lay down,
Open up your heart's doors
Let out the wondrous strength
We know you have in store?
Please share your battles
That we may fight them too.
Sword-bearers need sword-brothers
And sword-sisters. You need us.
We need You.
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