My splintered legs feel like breaking, a tired face though undeterred.
This paint, this mask, this uniform; for one's life led without reserve.
My name left in hallowed hearts, with a gun that etches stone.
This soldier will stand strongly for this guiding light is not alone
by
"Narallen Blackmore"
About Me
- Sukhi
- A good man once said "if this world truly favours good men, wait and ask again"
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