In between
Is like in between the
Enemy and the red sea
Walking precariously along
The path created in the middle
It is sucidal,
To continue in that direction
The enemy pursued
Yet, you cannot turn back
To confront the enemy,
Is to sign a death warrant
They are strong
And warriors from youth
Yet, to continue
Is to attempt to commite
Intentional sucide
Oh, lord
Directly on the part
Is the red sea
The enemy close in behind
In hot pursuit
Except by a miracle
All will perish
Without a trace
But an instruction has been given
To move forward
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