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Chosen FewAcross the plain the soldiers came,Wearily they shuffeled through the dust. Guns hung loosely from their shoulders, Bloodstained turned to rust. Underground, underground they hide. Searching through a wreckage of a city they used to call their home, Realising slowly that their families and livelihoods have gone. Underground the warlords watch them cry. Onto the streets the warlords sent their guards a heroes return, a hail of murderous fire. There isn't enough for all of you, There's only enough for the chosen few. We are the chosen few. On the ground On the ground They died. |