Get up you must go!

gather not your things!
just go!

a screaming thought
bound my mind

OH NO!!!!

As I scrambled to wrap my body warm
the enemy about to swarm

to run upon land
that grieved my rule

flapping flags
so tattered and burnt

blistered heart
not the feet

give me a light
to press defeat

mud raised toward my face
a running maiden
no care of broken lace

No heart was there
an empty death seem so true


then along
my troops came through

As holding hard to heart
with armor held high

I called
"fight the them!"

for they, shall always lay

Swing me a sword
let them not take my ground

never let them trample the starved

for as I breath for you all

do or die

my name you shall monger


Carved



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