Cicatrix sparkling

Wounded soldier
Growing orchards of my heart
For thy archers

Soldier of ancient battles
From within the sarcophagus of thy heroine universe
Thou has won the leadership of thy masters
The devotion of thy peoples tears

Blossoming orchards of my heart
For thy doubting spears
Unable to equal your graves thy enemies have suffered defeat
Cicatrix sparkling
Wounded Soldier
Thee has known only enemies
Growing my heart
To break me with your tenderness

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