One day we will rest beneath the eaves of our golden houses, and hang our swords and shields but until then bring us a war. Sometimes we want things that cannot be expressed and they should remain unspoken. We are men naked and alone. Let the darkness die after we do our dark deeds and let us in the morning be reborn. Let our weaknesses diminish and give strength to those who choose to love us for they will need that and much more.
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