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Stand your ground,
and spit out your teeth.
You are not what you claim to be.
If only the house hadn't crumbled,
the frame hadn't smashed,
you would not have such calloused knees.
From kneeling in the dirt,
gasping for air and strength,
with dust choking your lungs
and body broken and spirit spent.

Stand,
smile,
but don't drop your shield.

Rest tonight,
by the sentinels light,

Sleep,
soundly,
but don't drop your shield.

We are not sacred,
but we need not be scared,
this is the last procession,
this is the last march to war.

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