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As the beads of salt fell from his angry brow
He charged ahead focused only on this one vow.

A vow that he would charge ahead,
Even though no one could quite comprehend

The fierce voice that he had within
Forcing him to fight and win.

How could he ignore his fate;
That brought him to this final state. 

To regain the love he has no more,
He must save his gang once more.

Win he must this angry War,
So that Peace can slowly drift ashore
To wash away those salty beads
Finding only the stillness he so needs.

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