Imagine hearing this song as you step out onto a battlefield. Your army has been decimated more than anyone thought possible and yet you're still standing strong, staring at the approaching enemy. Your weapon is clutched in your hand and you take a step forward, your foot sinking into the muck below you. You ignore the pull of the mud and blood and take another step. You eventually start running, your weapon still out in front of you and you charge forward. You were scared this morning, but you're not any more.
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Year of 365
RandomA mess of short stories, poems, and whatever else I feel like writing. I will be continuing this for one year and in June 2022 I'll end it.
