Fear the Barrack

Dark, gloomy barracks is
Where fight meet
Can you stand in spite of retreat?
You can't see the youngster
Near the monster
Thus his power on the
Mighty tower
When they go out of fear
They still need the use of gear
So, when the time comes
Life will one day be
Like drums
The barracks are a station
Of will and the act of drill
From that comes the
The fact of a delusion

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