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“The Princess of war and sun.
The Battle has begun.
The people will not cease,
till Death the war has won.
The war it began. Why do they time and time again let themselves fall prey to his games?
And kill on again.
—
They know what lies ahead,
just around the bend,
but they battle on regardless of the threat.
—
Their hearts are black and numb
from all that they have done.
The lives they stole were precious souls,
with futures bright and bold.
But, the deeds are done,
blood was spilled,
and the Specter reaps his spoils.”