so i started writing again fucking finally and this is wat i came up with tell me wat u think The battle is won, the fallen bow down, breaking the shackles of the crown, power does nto give you the right to control, all those beneath you, their potential untold. Weary and pained, the soldiers return, to what they had gained, from the fires unburned, their stories retold, of their furious battles, their values they uphold, the fatigue sets in, the collapse from their feet, their future looks bleak, the light they al follow it grows dim. Something to hold them, a form of support, a shackled soldier cries out, with a pointless retort. its nto finished but still tell me wat u think