Sounds of a Battle Cry

Grab a blade
For the time is now.
Impulsively will we charge into battle
With the sounds of  screams  
Uplifting our morale.

At an instant this path becomes
A matter of life and death,
And to those that hesitate they will die.

Remember,
God's reckoning is the only mercy here.
For the only thing our weapons carry
Is a hell bound fury.

And the only gift that you can give
To those that stand in your way of your path
Is a murders intent and pool of his own blood.

So, Lets let our aura
Glow with the will of our fighting spirits,
And smile;

For this is the day
We may meet our own death.

   ~ Tony Paradise's Poet ~
Death may claim my body, but my soul lives forever.

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