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Poorly raised

Never praised

Took a shield and sword

Lived with them in my horde

Of men that stood alone

Fought, fought and only fight shown

Tought to never retreat, never yield

Even when you know you’ll be killed

Fight, live and drink

Don’t ever think

Of giving up

Fight to be freed

From the powers

That rain and shower

Over us fighters

Known as blighters

We stand firm

Against the germ

Of money and greed

To be freed.

A fight

Yet again

I fell

Feeling pain

Seconds before death

Seconds before my last breath

I felt something...