The trove…on the tale end of the soldier’s dream- Carried torn flags for each fiefdom- There lies an empty truth, but garnered support for a redundant mantra- Martyrs for every blood spilled- Pure intention wallowing in frustration- Tested and teased, non reprieved from duty- Angst is the nature of young men- For whom all the armies belong too- Surge of lost vision- An array of doubt encircles the soldiers- The once wise piece of sanctity- The something they once believed in- Now is overturned and becomes thier mutiny- Anger- The general’s…one button away on their REMOTE CONTROL- Is raising fear with in the ranks- A coup d’e tat, allegiance’s backlash- Is ripe and ready to be exercised- “What better time then now”- “What better place then here”-Birth sign: Libra
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