Keepers of the Game
For this we stand
and hearts we wear,
upon our sleeves
we know no dread.
We rest alone
yet share this love,
the beautiful game
with our army,
our blood.
With arms outstretched
body twisted and torn,
we pray for a fingertip
to shield us in this war.
As the shot skips wide
and we clash with our foes,
this battle is won
as we rise up for more.
This life we have chosen,
the soldiers of our game,
the generals of our clan,
the drivers of our faint.
So if you opt to take part
in this combat we so love,
please have no faint of heart
for us keepers we have none.
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