War Cry (Brainysaber) (1)

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War Cry


The dawn is cold,

The moon has set,

Silence bold

For the path ahead.


A conch is blown,

The echo of war!

To crush all stone!

To break all tsar!


Blood is what now

Paints the town red.

Even water from brow,

Falls not without dread.


A journey in time,

In future regards

Of might, such chime

Doesn't reward.

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A/n: pls suggest better titles, I suck at choosing titles! :)

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