The last pures are divided in two...
So enimies must work with eachother...
For the war of Mud and Blood to be through...
Peace lies in the hands of two merged with another.
But before the war can end...
The land will be bathed in blood...
As a way to make amends....
For the great plains' flood.
At first peace will be fake...
Only two can be sent...
But it's a job only four souls can take...
They must work together to make a dent.
Words spoken must be true..
With feelings that are pure...
Spoken from the mouthes of two...
But felt from the hearts of four, is the cure.
I wanted a proficy that rhymed =^-^=