We were at our wits end
even after all the training
we were on the battlefield
I had to pull my kin up
needing nerves of steel

Non on my team will fail
it's a thing I don't allow
they need me like I need them
the persona within
a mish mash of many wars

On this day with no rules
I kneel to my fallen all
I never give up on the broken
for one like me can repair them all
we are the last of the broken few

Oh yes, some like me are fleet proud
a glory to the age of man before
yet most will never understand
here is a sweet lord dying
not without the blood and trying


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris