Warrior
Back to where it all begun;
where nature burned and fighters sprung.
The birth of travelers and unknown tyrants,
and unseen starters of killing riots,
the earth movers which made loud fires,
the wall breeders that smelled out liars.
They didn't crawl to live, but dug out their deaths;
conceived out of their graves and into the depths;
battles and loss, the earth was feeding on only blood;
spilled from disagreements or negotiations gone wrong.
But who ever lived never won, they kept on going for their strength was never strong.
No rulers within them, for they do not follow, they keep on going 'till there is no 'morrow.
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