Comes to rights, comes to arms, fight you must, for your land, defend your love, make us proud. Than if you happen to survive, we'll welcome you back, for a little while. Slowly we will set you off on your own, trapped in the battles we sent you to, the death, the carnage, your horrid past, made present by our distaste for ugliness. Yet we encourage so, the fight you must attend, since then we can close our eyes and pretend that which is not, and never has been.
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