Tides of War

Hold tight to your rafts, men.
We march at dawn.
This is war and
Tides change with the wind.
Make sure not to drown.

The sea is bloody red, men,
As far as the eye can tell.
It’s stifling and
Heat presses down like an oven.
Make sure not to get swallowed.

Change–it’s coming, men;
The chink in the armor.
It’s a break and
We’ll come surging through.
Make sure to not fall behind.

Look here. We’re alive, men.
We’ve fought through the night.
The sun is risen and
Help is rushing from our backs.
Make sure not to cry.


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