When a dish falling
Sounds like the echo of a bomb
A whispered work
An order shouted
A glance becomes daggers
Where once a great councilor lead
Now dying solders run their own
Camped in what was a mighty
fortress
Now they cower in crumbling ruins
Unable to stand their ground
This constant
Battle against the unslayable
beast
Redefining fighting on the home
front
For you sleep with your enemy.
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