The Departed
Together did we enter the Battlefield;
to sow our sleep and blood for money to yield.
We were the warriors chosen to be elite,
a part of this royal fleet.
Our abilities were to be measured.
Killing the laughter and fun we treasured,
we fought hand in hand,
shielding the fire, ice and sand.
Burning the day and ignoring the night,
every demon did we fight.
Mighty monsters did we slay
with the sole aim to survive and stay.
Whenever I fell and began to bleed,
you pulled me up and made me lead.
You taught me the tricks and the skills
to tackle the beast that devours and kills.
Never did I dream that your little careless error
would weigh upon you this fatal terror!!!
They may mark you unfit and weak;
and push you off while almost at the peak;
but, you are wise and strong.
Its they who are ignorant and wrong.
No chum, this aint your ground.
Run out, the world is round.
Seek out and find your turf.
but, these days may be tough.
The oceans are at times rough
as if all this pain is not enough.
With tempest and storm, the Fate may mock
but the ship was never built to stay at dock.
Remember, this is not The End;
but the beginning, my dear friend...
to sow our sleep and blood for money to yield.
We were the warriors chosen to be elite,
a part of this royal fleet.
Our abilities were to be measured.
Killing the laughter and fun we treasured,
we fought hand in hand,
shielding the fire, ice and sand.
Burning the day and ignoring the night,
every demon did we fight.
Mighty monsters did we slay
with the sole aim to survive and stay.
Whenever I fell and began to bleed,
you pulled me up and made me lead.
You taught me the tricks and the skills
to tackle the beast that devours and kills.
Never did I dream that your little careless error
would weigh upon you this fatal terror!!!
They may mark you unfit and weak;
and push you off while almost at the peak;
but, you are wise and strong.
Its they who are ignorant and wrong.
No chum, this aint your ground.
Run out, the world is round.
Seek out and find your turf.
but, these days may be tough.
The oceans are at times rough
as if all this pain is not enough.
With tempest and storm, the Fate may mock
but the ship was never built to stay at dock.
Remember, this is not The End;
but the beginning, my dear friend...

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