Weary

Take your sword the battle is beginning. Oh you're not prepared? Too bad you gotta go anyway. Make sure you succeed, because if not the wounds will surely kill you. Doesn't matter if you don't know where you're going; no one else knows either, despite what they tell you. We're all lost wondering til our deaths. Why do we breed? For superficial reasons? Because society tells us so? We certainly don't need more. Your sword's damaged; oh well, you only get one. Make the best of it, until you can't take anymore. But no one will listen, your wasting valuable breath. Save it for the war up ahead