In this life
there are countless wars to be fought -
man against man,
might against might,
will against fear,
wrong against right -
so let us all be brave,
and let us all fight
'till the air from our lungs, departs,
'till the beat concludes in our hearts.
And remember, a true warrior
never dies a shameful death -
not one of grief,
not one too brief,
not covered with lies,
not a futile demise -
so then let us be strong
so that when we die
we can rest peacefully in the ground
full of honor; spirits unbound.
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