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Alas my brothers, heralded now unto time

Remembered always as greater men

Who fought against the once divine

And saved our wayward race from sin;

Sacrifices made with truest valour

Echo back the tales of your deeds

Though your faces chilled with death's grim pallor

It was you who planted the seeds.

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I do not pity you your end

As met in glorious battles past

Nor grieve for many a lost friend

Who from their valiant lives were cast;

But yea I speak these tales true

Of honour found and bound in blood

By those who in their lives I knew

Before they faced and slew the flood.

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For else I find to pity thee

For battles fought in days before

To have taken lives by prophets decree

And face the shame forevermore;

But who were you to know as much

That fate would turn from enemies, friends

The truth of beliefs to which we clutch

Guiding us to make amends.

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Now, an unknown word comes; peace,

Upon the cracked and wounded ground

As conflicts old and weary cease

On worlds where greater truths are found.

Have Faith my brothers that walk the path

On journey great and evermore

No longer need ye fear gods' wrath

For all that we betrayed in war.

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A/N: Well, here I go starting yet another piece of poetry on a whim. I'll admit to having written this rather quickly; but that's just the way things work with me when I get inspired.

Feel free to critique; I've changed a few points of my style thanks to an in-depth PM that I recieved, and would like to know how well it worked out.

Also: apologies for the hard-to-pin-down rhythm in this poem. I didn't feel like counting my syllables today...