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Elimination
Pray to keep this summer eve
Rest your weary, aching back
On the dark’ning must we leave
To press our next attack
Rest your weary, aching back
Maelstrom fighting fierce awaits
To press our next attack
To be the masters of our fates
Maelstrom fighting fierce awaits
We falter and we fade
To be the masters of our fates
Our bloodstains on the blade
We falter and we fade
Though our aim be ever true
Our bloodstains on the blade
Reflect the glow of day anew
October 4, 2024
Copyright ©
Andrew Jacob Jung
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