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Man of Valor

My armor trembles at the war drums' pounding.

The earth vomits red with every step.

My sisters' bodies have grown cold.

My fathers of old have long gone, my brothers with them, the young braves.

They were to learn to protect, yet many have fallen asleep.

Those who remain have hidden in the bogs.

Man of Valor, when will you take your place?


 
 
 

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