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The world exists for
the eyes of the creatures that walk upon it.
The children of the world run from the fiends of night because they know not
of them and their wonders.
These children are frighten and do not know how there days go about their
lives.
These children seek no God to worship they seek a land of their own.
They seek the freedom that they feel upon their hearts and minds, but they
only wish for a lost freedom.
They are the fruitless and without knowledge of the world, they wish to be
and yet not know what this to be is.
They search for a meaning, knowledge, a quest of life and adventure; they
seek the world that they walk upon.
They fear not this land filled of wonderful fiends and devils of night for
they bring the light of day where every they trudge.
With their hearts they free the people who have no freedom, they liberate
those who need liberation.
Yet they still believe their meaning has yet not been found so they must
continue gaining their knowledge and continuing a quest of life.
They stand tall with the same dream in their hearts; a dream of freedom, a
freedom that maybe now needs the guiding father’s hand to led them forth to
their destinies.
They shall become the
fiend that now rules o’er the world with no heart.
The heart that freed them so many years ago; the heart that brought them to
an unknown world and a heart that helps them conquer their fears.
The heart that brought a swift justice to land that they sought for freedom.
Now they are the fiends that cause generation after generation to fall to
the feet of Ares.
Blood that is shed upon the altar of freedom; the freedom of a legacy of
heroes that proudly died for their country.
But they died for a lost freedom a freedom that is impossible, and now upon
the altar of death their children die for a dead freedom.
A freedom burning on the deck of a battle ship as it goes down in the flames
whispering a hope for freedom to live on in the hearts of the new children.
A proud and undying hope to live on and stay strong; to keep to honor of a
nation flowing to the last man.
Until we call the charge against our brothers again we shall remain united
and never divided.
We are the children of an unknown world with the dying words of freedom upon
the stained altar of blood.
Blood of the men and women who so proudly laid their lives out for the
freedom of the next generation of children to search the world for
knowledge, a meaning, and for freedom from the heart.
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