Warriors breed ta be the heart of the people that wont talk/ followed by all but alone we walk, held back by our own doubts and faults/ really the thing that make us strong is recollecting how hard we faught/ soldiers of light designated ta fight the dark/ forever branded as misfits, hated, and pain as a mark/ people lie wait in shadow tryinna bring about our down fall/ not knowing there the ones we stalk/ our souls are filled with blood on the streets and bodies outlined in chalk/ death covers our organs, as survival inserts in our hearts/ Were the hope people count on when there will is spars/ By the actions we take or even simple remarks, first to bite before a bark/ we dont tread dangerous waters we swim in em like sharkes/ Got a taste for the allure but the after effect is tart/ Armored up steath at our sides swords in our hands and yes the blade is sharp/
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