Tristan

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Warring war,
War on ourselves,
Destroyed from the inside out,
Our lifeblood drained,
And nothing but a withered husk remains,
The shell of who we used to be, calling out who we are,
Never united under a common title,
One that bound us to one another like an oath,
Nothing that would shelter us, like a coat under the rains of death,
Would not be worn by humanity until now,
O’ warring war,
War on you,
Ripping and tearing us apart,
War we will fight,
With dignity standing tall,
Until night has come,
And still, we shall not fall.

The world to which you have come
Much more defiant that you thought
Stronger than that of even the mightiest emperor's armies
Containing power beyond measure when united as one
We may war
And we may die
But we are all humans
And under that label a force to be reckoned with
Destruction reigning, ruling the earth
Masses stricken, laid dead to rest
Gives us a rallying cry for a martyr
Far louder than that of one of the explosions unleashed upon us
Like the many we have seen
But when the last body has hit the dirt
No farewell will be said. No final goodbyes given, and we die proudly
Because in death, we will be victorious
And in life you have lost
For our spirits still fight on
Till the dust has settled and the sun has set on the ashes piled high
It may seem silent, but our cries, our shots, and our war echoes throughout time
Undying in its entirety, and reverberating in the mind of you.