It was 13 years before they were given a task. It's known for sure that it won't be a blast.
Their names are different, not even close, Will someone be threatened to slit a friend's throat?
Will they be allies for years, or will they turn on one another to see clear?
They don't know what the future holds, Their world is like a large bowl, Waiting to be filled, like their minds. Who knows what it is that they will find.
Oh well, oh well, I have to go, I've said so much to a person I don't know.
An edit of "The **** Order" originally by Juan Fernandez and edited by me (for reasons of terrible grammar).
Original Poem: https://my.visme.co/projects/poem-the-****-order-157a15