Prologue

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The blood that we spill for the cause we protect.

The hate that we feel when we're filled with regret.

The voice in our heads with the power to destroy.

The hearts in our chests that are longing for joy.


The knowledge we hold, the lives that we ruin,

When everything seems to accept what we're doing.

The weight on our shoulders as we walk all alone,

The knives in our backs and another one thrown.


Oh the things hate can do when it's in us,

It lifts our heads, making us become fearless.

Our doubt runs away, our courage will stay,

And we'll never be lonely again.

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