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Faith

Faith

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This is too hard for me to go through!

Whom do I choose? The Nation or you?

You are all that I wanna fight for

And I would cheat even death for you.

I know we can have a future together

And in happiness, we can live forever. . .

 

The skies flashed a faint light

As It was too early for the night.

He was covered in a cloth of white,

Too bright for the perpetual night.

Men carried him on a stretcher

As he lay dead, grasping a letter.

Rumours ringing about the mort,

He was the enemy blood from the war.

But dangling out was his life-less arm,

On which there was, dark and gray,

Scrawled an emblem that read, Faith.


They were running towards the cavern

As the rain of metals began to worsen.

Signalling each other, person to person,

Made a plan to fight, a course of action;

One ran towards their bludgeoned air ship,

Trying to beacon the much needed back up.

While the other was busy, gunning up a cover,

For his only friend, more than a soldier!

But comes his precipitance and his horror,

Stuck in the middle of a vengeful slaughter!  


He managed to save his fellow warmonger,

But stuck himself in the enemy's hunger!

The other, helplessly watching the torment,

His heart burning, soaked up in revenge!

The raised arm with a scintillating engrave,

Beckoning his bro to stay put and remain;

Though he was being mercilessly dragged away.

Arrived the reinforcements, too late!

Fearing the implications of being defeated,  

The enemy troops had already retreated

With a hostage, who was bold and brave;

But All they recognised was his arm 

That read, Faith! 


"You can take my life if you want to,

But you can't take my heart you fools!

You can stab me a hundred times,

But never in your cursed lifetime,

Can you scare the heart of a knight;

Never in your pathetic lifetime,

Can you slay the heart of a knight!"

Screamed the soldier, voice with no dread,

In his hands forced behind his head

Was a letter withery old, and full of regret. 

For just once, he wanted the letter to be read. . .

He looked up again, eyes blazingly red,

He was on his knees, with a Gun at his head!

    

  (Gun shot)

His blood was all over the terrain

As he collapsed with a feeble refrain.

The letter though, wrinkled and stained

By his blood but the words still remained

Unknown to the one he intended,

To his only beloved girl, Faith!

The untold conversation he owed,

Was flashing on the letter in an ode . . .

 

This is too hard for me to go through!

Whom do I choose? The Nation or you?

You are all that I wanna fight for

And I would cheat even death for you.

I know we can have a future together

And in happiness, we can live forever;

But this is too tough to go through!

Whom do I choose? The Nation or you?

I hope you forgive me for doing this,

I'm going for pride instead of bliss!



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