the trumpets blast, the night was over so fast
battle erupts, there was no need to ask
i grasp my weapon and head towards the battle field
firing shots at faceless enemies with intentions concealed
i feel this is a time of bravery in an age of cowardice
i attack with enraging malice preparing for the awaiting challenges
my fate balances, on burdened and uneven shoulders
my actions become bolder, as my emotions are growing colder
its over, won the battle, protected what we believe is righteos
good and evil both have lights, but which one is the brightest?
i ask these questions in search of the answer that bares truth
fuck it, they started it, lost, we ended the dispute...


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