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Jan 2015
He's a fighter in flight, cause he can't handle life,
All his years in this army, **** we put up a fight,
Though all of the challenges can create quite a strife,
He cut through our problems, he was our knife,
But the fights weigh you down, til you've hit the ground,
And you're tied to more leashes than a dog in the pound,
But what warrior runs, they take battles head on,
And the battlefield needs them the most they're gone,
But his selfish ways always seem to prevail, now we're left hopeless, we're bound to fail,

I won't envy the rich kid to whom struggles unknown,
Is misery struggle or a life made of chrome,
Is it the transition from diamond to stone,
Or Is it the transition from fire to snow,
Are we all here for the emotions evoked,
Or are we all here for the thoughts we provoked,
But with wars nearly won, I reflect on the past,
I never liked the journey I was mad, but alas,
These battles are over, they don't ever last,
But wars always go on, ends a fallacy,
And perpetual happiness is our fantasy,
We need our leader our king, can't you see,
But he broke honor code, and he lost all our trust,
So now we must leave him out, in the dust,

So I'm stuck here it's cold, and I'm all alone,
I've abandoned all hope, but weakness can't be shown,
The ice burns worse than fire, and I'm covered in snow,
So I'm trapped in the dungeon, locked away to grow old,
The only one with my key is my army, so bold,
But I deserve what I got, and it's their key to hold,
But if they just choose to see me I'll be as free as can be,
But my war is now over, I just want to leave,
I'm a quitter, a failure, so I accept defeat,
Goodbye my old friends, family and army,
Soon I will be one with the lost and deceased
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