Warriors are not only there on border
They too are warriors who struggle everyday
Until they back down from their place

A soul that is kind and intends justice discovers more than any sophist

Dark is the mist
Dark is the shape
Dark is the grave
From where I'll awake
It seems that I'm dead
It seems that I'm dead Dark, mist has enveloped me
I cannot see the light of day
All I see is darkness there
So I lay in my bed and cry Darkness falls as we run away
Mist creeps as we pass by
While we wait for the light of day
Don't release your hand, don't let go
We can never end the night

What is this word that broke through the fence of your teeth, Atreides?

Written By Homer

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