Sparks will fly & illuminate the darkest sky
You can hear the iron screaming as shards go by
React, speed. Swing- Detach hands, feet.
The irony of war, that's when I find myself at, peace.
My instinct is clear & concise, I veer to the side
Every attack is a combination of my fear & my pride
I'm wounded but I'm not concerned that I'm bleeding blood
I'd say I'm exhausted but that's a word I don't know the meaning of
That's a glimpse into a warrior's soul who was born to be cold
But the heat from my anger is scorching the globe
They are thorns in my side no remorse for my foes
Died with hope in their eyes such a glorious pose
I admire your passion, the best of a clan's soldier
I've never looked down on a man until I'm forced to stand over
Reality replacing your hope, it'll end quick, in misery
The last moment of peace, I take a deep breath in- For a whiff, of victory.
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