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Summer ends, battle drums sound reaches far,

after a fling nothing else feels like war,

i'm not running, standing at the front line,

i'm not scare, my heart beats calm and fine,

come out angels, attack with your most,

aim at my soul and team up with ghosts,

i'm not leaving, i'm finally finishing what was started,

i'm not afraid, then all the angels and ghosts departed,

never did they imagine i would stay, standing strong,

they all had a wager on exactly how long

i would stay and stand my ground, is it done?

after the dust settles there is only one,

alone she bet i would never turn and run,

alone she won all the disgust when it was done,

slowly she walked to me, i had no hope,

so i said "don't do it baby" and looked through the scope.