Paradox
we are set for the battle of our lives
one which we may not survive
we now have a look at our foes
ready to snap their arrows go
oh! oh! they are our leaders
our own revered rulers
who sent us out to fight
shoot at us with all their might
ten dozen arrows whizz, then countless others
we increasingly lose our brothers
oh! our leaders, callous proselytes
killing us in a war they made us fight
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