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My once silver armour

made from pride and honour

Now clings to me as a battered memoir

Hell bent and nightmare fevered

There still some left over from the last war

Wars, I have marched

Fiends I have slain

and here I am leaving it all

For the long sought home

For what I hope

was the last war for the spirit

The once majestic armour

is now a relic of havoc