Soldiers of time
Heads up, shoulders high, we war against fate that defines our very existence.
We stick to the ammunition in our voices as we march on through the pages of history that will tell of us.
We are soldiers of time,
linked together by zeal for the Impossible.
Fighters! ready to die for a purpose that is as hidden to us as our intestines.
We will keep the soles of hate and race and religion off our souls.
and rise to take our rightful place, in the heart of the future.
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