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Dec 2020
Our kind are rather clever
there are not many of us left you to know
they will be wicked to me if I tell
our hands glow with radiance and can heal
that we have lived forever
and only in battle with our own do we die

Peacekeepers and war makers
the hand of the just we support and trust
but it is sad to say
we leave in seven hundred and 21 days
you think that is a long time
to us, it's just a blink of the eye

My leave is over soon
back to the deep black, I do go
to battle with our brothers and sisters
the universe is vast
and we have our tasks
we fight so ****** hard

We are off in a while
our banner is red and black
the red hand of our queen
on a jet black background
our kits we do pack
as we are ready to react

It will fall in tears
like last time
just hurt did pour down
and again I will cry tears of blood


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Christos Andreas Kourtis
Written by
Christos Andreas Kourtis  London UK
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