To the future we march towards in spite of the deadly hoards.

Merry may we be yet mosh through present misery.

Broken bones and minds we push forward to survive.

The spoken word may struggle yet the will to fight wanes little.

No matter the damage and no matter the cost, there are always new lands to be crossed.

Yet be careful lest we dare repeat the past, those who fail to learn from history are rarely fit to last.

A fresh start does little to a bleeding heart, for the future is always near but is never truly here.

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