Onward –
Pour your power
into the great endeavor.
Concoct that elixir of ancients…
Tears, fury and hope,
and undue belief.
Force it out of you,
At the cost of your will.
Mow any shoots of humanity.
Leave all to the eternal thirst
Of that great sand.
Carry on, brave soldier.
Stop your dreams,
And die in a place you should never have been.
oh wow…touching. the last 3 lines are perfect. i love it! what does elixir mean though?
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