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Warriors of Existence(?)

We walk slowly,
through the cold and the mist,
stand together, tall and lowly,
as he raised the broken fist,
and in that plain, I hear the screaming,
and silence fell,
we stood tall, leering,
at the lone tower,
and the sounds of the bell,
marked our end,
as the ghosts faded back,
the shadows twist and bend,
and all was black.





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