Steal not time, my fallowed friend
He bleeds the sword he holds
Feel not need for cures and words
He lives the stories told

The castles burden, made of steel
Holy symptoms to, forgotten veil
Falling through the empty grace
He musters down his final meal

Fractured ticking, round his brain
But quietly, he crowds his pain
He swallows down his bloody sword
Insanities, for seldom sane

Dear my soldier, stand upright
The enemy, at bay
Surface your uncultured might
The playgrounds meant to play

Breathe in more than life will grant
Take you higher, take my hand
The war is over, consume the chant
Hail, unto the unknown man
 
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