Blood And Beverage

𝘿𝙚𝙨𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙨

I was sinking in my song;
Tired and all alone-
But then I looked around and I saw,
You all floating around my lawn.

Our tears are our gemstone-
Carved from reality;
Our only identity.
The whispers of our soul-
We are the diamonds in the coal.
So let's stand up and face the world;
Our raising voice is our emerald.

Heart made of solid gold;
They say that we are not bold.
They're right we're not-
Because we're the fire to their cold.
They can bind us to our roots-
The dry muds under our boots,
Never learnt to give in,
Our wings were born to win.

Our eyes are our maps;
They say that we're just the scraps-
Useless; they're right.
Because we're not the puppets-
Usable in their fights.
We fight our own war,
Without shedding blood,
we consume fear-
We open their eyes so they can
See past their year.

We are the warriors-
Breaking all kinds of barriers.
Their superstitions are
deep-rooted;
Witness us as we conquer the world, barefooted.
Nothing can stop us,
We're the descendants of the warriors.

We've got the spirits of the argonauts.
Wiping off our dauts-
We're the shooting stars,
Running in the speed of a thousand lightyears.
Yes, we are the warriors.

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