One Last Stand

With a blood-stained blade in hand,

I woefully worry about

My courageous comrades who

Had fearlessly fought

Each oppressed opponent

With extraordinary ease.

And as I regain my calm composure,

To apathetically approach my friends

So we can trustingly take one last stand.

We fought each fearless foe

With deep determination

And we were instinctly inexhaustible

Back to back we were ultimately unsmotherable...

Until HE came.


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