The Foundational BattlefieldA Poem by One Hundred Fingers
Soldier in battle, the field is your friend
Let it define the pain that you're in Run with the strength of a mighty mad bull And remember to breathe so your lungs are still full Courage to fight when the going is tough Will make you run harder, will make you feel rough Faith when the arrows endlessly attack Will fill you with hope and keep you on track Remember to never lose sight of your goals Never give in and maintain your control Hold onto your dignity with all of your might Treasure your values, in morals - delight Though sorrow is present, incessant and cruel You mustn't give in to the role of a fool For winning this war, survival is key And being a fool is your worst enemy. © 2013 One Hundred FingersFeatured Review
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