Together we march into battle
we're ready for the fight.
Born into a world of evil
our spirits keep us tight.
The enemy is unseen to us
slowly breaking us down
Invading all our bodies
slowly running us into the ground.
Sometimes evil wins a battle
and we loose one of our own
Gone but not forgotten
their legacy lives on.
Us champions will win the war
we'll send it home to roast.
It can choke on it's own vomit
and live life without a host.
This may not set us free today
but it will for those who come next.
This war is for the chosen ones
to let them have a rest (?)
I love this one Tor.
ReplyDeleteHope youre doing okay, somehow these don't seem to say that youre in a good place right now? But I could of course be wrong! Therapeutic??
But yeah... much love xx