Lessons Learned

Marching in the Greek isles
With my army

It was if just yesterday I was
Just learning

My dad’s shield
A spear I made

I used my mother’s dagger
To dress fish

I watched my brother and
Sister walk along the
Same path

Here in the hell gates
Where there was no
Benevolence

Watched them scrap and survive

Now I’ve grown up to
Characterize

The teachings and lessons

Combat flavors I learned
As a Spartan in formation

And then I was Viking
In the fjords of Norway

I swung a mighty axe
And moved alone
Among many

I cut down my
Obstacles to ensure
A swift end

Fearless with a deathwish
And the blood of the slain
Drenching my fists

Now I’m a Raider
And I still hear
The battle sirens

Singing over the
Invasion

Loud, echoing
A gjallarhorn
Thunderous chanting

Lightning and ideology
Cloudfire and ground swells
Of will

In the flesh I manifest
As the lessons I learned
As a Spartan
A Viking
A Raider

Still that war music
Plays in my head

Pushing forward
Until I’m dead

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