Many WaysThere will be bloodOh yes...There will be bloodYou may not know itYou may never knowBut yes, there will beBloodOh yes...And I promiseYes, I doThere will be bloodAnd it WILL be yours...I promise you that.Are you willing to die for what you believe in?Honour...for who?Glory...from what?Respect...is fleeting.Loyalty...to what?And to who do you owe it?Are you still willing to die for that?Are you?
Rules of War The PoemWould you like a lessonYou cannot say I never asked that of youWould you like a lessonIn somethingAnythingWould you like a lessonIn this game we playAnd would you like a lessonIn what it means to trulyBe honour boundI have warned youBut you do not listenI have given you a chanceYet you do not take itWould you like a lessonIn the rules of warWould you, SirAnd rules of warLike those of lifeAre meant to be brokenAnd nowNow I ask youWhat price are you willing to payFor your treachery?
I Am Legion The PoemI amThe AlphaI amThe OmegaAnd youYou are my forceMy willI am LegionI amOrderI amVictoryYou areI am LegionYou areI amYour everythingYou would die for meI amLegionYou areI amGod of DeathAnd you areMine.
What Wound The PoemWhat woundNever heals?What woundFesters and grows?What woundIs ever present?What woundDoes far more damage?What woundThough not made by weaponsNot by swordNot by pistolWhat woundIs far greater a killerThen that made only byWords?
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