A/N: YAAAAAAH, well, I discovered this hiding amongst my document manager, and figured that now would be the perfect time to post it, seeing as everyone is COMPLETELY FREAKING OUT ABOUT SEASON THREE. (At least, I am.) Anyway, this is written basically in the general voice of the 2nd Mass-not any one person in particular. Enjoy! And remember, reviews are love.
When the skies are falling, love
And there's nowhere else to be
Trust in your comrades, start to end,
And know that you can trust me.
The war burns on as time does,
Blind to the face of pain
We don't know what's right or wrong
We don't know how to explain.
New enemies are now upon us
And one of our own has been taken
His soul is gripped by the smoke of evil
In more ways than one, he is alien.
Death ravages the landscape
Uncertainty—a constant presence
What will we do without them?
How will we cope with the absence?
We do not know why they have come
We don't know who we have yet to miss
But one thing that I'm sure of, love—
We can, and will, get through this.