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the tired and weary guard your far shores

a ceaseless watch born from endless wars

ever-wary, armed, forewarned

await the foe that never comes

retreat behind your steel resolve

yet it’s fear that drove you and built these walls

how did you come to know such unease

is it fear of revenge by those that you've deceived?

we're sending all our pleas

hoping some will hear them

hoping some may pause for thought

we once shared your ideals

but now we've lost all contact

all we hear the Drums of War

is there life behind the mile-high wall

do thinking minds respond

or are you deaf to all but the claxon's call?

is there thought at all

or just the machination of the Womb of War?