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There is evil only because of goodness.

Because evil is just another cause.

Who will prey or pray with greater resolve?

Since the beginning,

heads of Cerberus wailing mongrels

hunt through out darkness of night.

Incarnation of horror,

dreams of warriors'

then war's hideous monster,

appears again.

Midnight approaches march onward.

Over rocky hard mountains,

across hot dry deserts.

March onto battle.

Through the millenniums

as weapons became more destructive.

The commotion of life and death

bound to fate.

Change names

but young faces remain unaltered.

Projectiles like shrill--shrewd winds

in piercing swiftness

shoot through exploding into oblivion.

The best of generations

lay in oozy pools of ruptured crimson.

Fumes weighted with death's envelope

as the mind lets go

of million past images.

Now if the end is here,

the illustrious dead

gave up their lives.

They save the world.

All those lives that ended in broken dreams.