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Wars creed with our will 

In satires of truth and weaponry and dignity 

Feeding dignity with claws of beating ambition 

Hope and faith looted by demons

Life will see sin as days, in the beginning, forgot purity 

Every second will teach existence the new order 

Few would want out 

Only few will get it for a fee of faith

Drums of battle will drum louder 

Screeching the soil with steel of clay in pitching blood

Bravery will screen for weaknesses 

Wishes of divinity will earn stupefaction for the feeble 

War will be won 

Chess that took side 

Will be looted with a rope of its board 

By the necks of its characters.