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The elite

The elite

There's a war raging on,

stand up chosen ones.

Lift your heads to the masses,

our time has come.

To the fighters,

and the leaders.

Those who were raised,

and those who we scarred.

The elite,

we'll keep a watchful eye.

An army of difference,

to fight against the carelessness

of this less than mortal society.