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Broken hearts, broken oaths,

Broken dreams, broken peace.

The truce is over.

I hope you have chosen your side.

I know well enough which one is mine.

I’m standing tall over my own camp,

For this time I chose myself over

All pleasantries, traditions and obligations.

I am my own general and I am waiting

To see the white of their eyes to shoot.

Which side will you call yours?

On whose territory will you stand on?

If be not mine, then hide, run, for

I’m taking no prisoners.

The time of understanding has come and gone.

Now rules the reign of sheer strength and

You would be mistaken to think that in this war,

I am the weaker one.

Be my ally or be me foe.

I’m done with love for now, with

Tenderness and compassion. I shall

Have my demands met or tears will be shed,

Not precisely from my eyes or those who

Join me in arms.

We are at war. Are you at war with me?

Or will you stand by my side,

For this once, go beyond yourself,

And prove the passionate

Comradeship you have profess

Is true and right?

So it’s goodbye, then.

Broken hearts, broken oaths,

Broken dreams, broken peace.

Let the war begin.