MY PLEDGE
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Look at the battlefield in the snow,
Who's willing to hold his place alone in the centre,
The stallions and the golden arrows catch the sun's glory,
But who can tell me where I'm going?
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Another glass of wine for courage,
In a world of chaos and conflict,
No matter how tough the obstacles,
I swear to turn turmoil to peace.
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To turn foes into friends,
There's no need for weapons,
We'll move forward hand in hand,
May wars end forever.
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THOMAS OLUWATOSIN
TEE-THOMAS (Fearless Lines)
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