Nightfall

As Independents manned their posts,

In bunkers underground.

Alliance skiffs flew ahead,

While dropships did touch down.

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The Independents took their posts,

As if acting with one mind.

For their enemies had come this night,

To 'civilize' mankind.

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Men and women, even teens,

Manned their places on the line.

Prayers were said and bets were made,

While waiting for the sign.

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Purblebellies stood in awe,

As fury was displayed.

This was a world of true freedom,

Its defenders not afraid.

...

But supported from on high,

Forward went the Alliance throng.

Bullets missiles, pools of blood,

Such is death's dark song.

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There was no glory in the body,

Of that which is not peace.

Such was mankind's primal fury,

Which at times is released.