Those Who Came to Die
Oh, let us go down to Fenway.
Come on, I'll take your hand.
We'll leave behind this world of yours,
And enter green pleasant land.
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Slip through the tear in space and time,
Arrive in an age of spring.
Behold the fields, horizon's city,
Take note of air creatures of wing.
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And what is it now that you ask me, child?
Oh, I'm afraid that I must go.
But to get you started in this world,
Here's rations, water, and bow.
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Oh yes my dear child, did I not say,
That here you must fight to survive?
Yes, I take my leave, but if all does go well,
By next year I shall see you alive.
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Those who endure shall master this world,
Gain fortune and glory, live well.
But for weaklings like you, and so many others,
I'm afraid you shall find this like Hell.