It shines off a shield reflecting the sun
the front line still holds up sturdy and idealogical
Teach me of glory and honor so that I might advance
Not the honor of cowards in virtue of gender
The honor of the frontline grunt
holding up this shield like hero
Not knowing if this day be his last
Bracing for projectiles and a stampede
Teach me to conjure all the fire of battle
to use my voice and hands to organize chaos
To rise up over the gleaming shields
To fill the sky with falling death over the enemy
It shines off the unsheathed sword
The swing and clinging bells of the afterlife
The glory of conquest hidden in the hearts of men
glowing the reflection of city fires
Not the ants of well dressed politicians
But the hornets and drones of the one
The collective mind is the new weapon
The flow of raw power
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