Last battle in a civil war that's ripped through my beloved nation
the elation after absolute anguish, the war that started long before my creation
the war that killed my father, the war that had cousins fighting cousins
the war that ripped through my family with casualties by the dozens
this is my bed of roses, as the door of this anarchy closes
a peaceful conclusion to our future, is what our leader proposes
the man I have laid my life for since birth, this man is like a new father
this disjointed existence is all ive known, so how could i know what I'd rather
'You don't know what it means to win' the abstract feeling that would overwhelm
the chance to kill this bastard and become lord protector of the realm
no impasse, no army of soldiers blocking my path
no hindrance for my triumph, there's no one knocking my wrath
my sword pierces his skin, hit every vital organ at the core
thinking 'the only thing better than the battle is being the one who won the war'
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