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When you need me
I stand upon the corner cliff. What madness I have seen, what chaos I have brought to being. All that was one so beautiful, so full of life, is but ashes and dust for time to hide in eternity.
My legs can not hold this weight of dispair, the lives lost for our own selfish thoughts. Were we blind to the truth, or did we truly have no choice?
The once velvet sky, now red as though stained with blood, covers our once peaceful sky. The lapping flames of hate devouring all that stand in their path.
We had no escape from war, yet is it true we had no choice? Why do I still carry this gun when the magazine ran dry long ago? Why do I wear this armour, if all it does is hide my shame?
If my gun is empty, then I shall make it my sword.
If my armour is broken, then I shall forge it anew.
If my soul is shattered, then I shall build it stronger.
I am a spartan, and I will never turn away.
Not while I am needed.
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Comments
Seiko Says:
yup, human wars really are a petty thing... but fighting is somehow attractive, ne...