When you think that it has ended
When you're completely sure
When you smoke the cigarette of victory
Remember, there is always more
There is no pride in pain
It hurts the brave and cowards alike
Pain is not an emotion
It's a force from outside
While we all build defenses
While we strengthen our walls
The rot clings to foundations
Eats the floors of our halls
There is more where this comes from
It's not where, it's just when
When black things climb from the darkness
To eat the hearts of brave men
And cowards too
brilliant!!!
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