You claimed your duty when I asked for your
promise. A maze runner in the nameless wild,
you dazed territories for defense. Like a full
moon, your eyes was a panther's. Like fire,
your spirit, fierce. Valour clothe you, a pledge
of obedience. 44 silent guns amidst legends!
44 silent guns, a tact of bravery! 44 true roars,
a successful kill! Rest the endless wind of Spirit!
In the charred terrains, after an immense duty -
Be there immaculate. Elsewhere is Holy.
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