“Your Pathetic Magic Betrays You”

I think about that all the time.

I don’t think its our purpose to understand.

Except one thing, we’re soldiers.

We have to know what we’re fighting for.

I’m not fighting so some man or women I barely know can sit on a throne made of swords.

“So what are you fighting for?”

Life.

Death is the enemy.

The first enemy, and the last.

“But we all die.”

The enemy always wins.

And we still need to fight him.

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