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“I still taste the past.”

warrior child, you carry such coldness in your veins war-torn child, you carry such loneliness in your bones war-born child, you carry such horror in your heart warrior child, you were born with legends breathing inside your name and history books waiting to trace your footsteps war-torn child, you know better than anyone how to cry in silence for things gone by and how to kill and kill without seeing their eyes war-born child, you were made to hold brawls between your knuckles and bury old friends and old memories between your ribs warrior child, I was once a warrior too I was born with bones made of gunmetal     and eyes made of muzzle flares     and a voice made of hissing bullets war-torn child, you and I are much the same I am older than you     but not by much     but not by enough you will soon be as old as I and we will both still be warrior children war-born child, you and I know too well     how this story will end     how this story always ends     how this story must forever end warrior child, do not fear it is they who should be afraid war-torn child, fear is what beats inside your heart in the place where life used to be  war-born child, there is nothing more frightening than a man who has torn his own self apart so burn your bridges, warrior child,     before someone else lights them up so freeze your heart, war-torn child,     before someone else leaves it cold so dig your grave, war-born child,     before someone else buries you