Transcendental Knowledge upon the Battlefield

Our paths have crossed unexpectedly. Sword and shield, blade and gun, the time of man to fall has already begun to take place. Shall we battle until death or form and attack the true enemy? Raised in the spirit of warriors, our minds have grown weary and frail, much like our bodies. We must regroup and formulate an inspired movement. The war rages on, day in and day out, neglecting purpose, removing the sustenance from our mouths. Who is he that has pitted brother against brother? They are the true enemy. Our blood all runs red, our minds strengthened from adversity, our bodies fine-tuned from practicing the art of war. We now stake our claim, transcendence will rise again. We all went forth to die, but have realized that they had built us upon lies. In this moment, we are alive, screaming with life. We return from the flame, hardened but aware, tired but alive, now is the time, the time to truly rise. The only promise to make is to never retreat, never give in, this battle is not ours, but we have came to win. The light is shining at the end of the tunnel, we just have to trudge through the black to obtain it.