Bleed with me
Sweat dripping into my eyes
Lungs burning with exhaustion
Blood pouring over my face
Yours or mine?
Does it matter?
Beaten, broken, bloody and bruised
You are my brother
Tied with me in this combat
Too tired to look each other in the eyes
This is war
This is WAR, and I love my war
I fight you out of respect
And in the end, you are my brother
Embrace me, my brother, and rejoice
Respect is earned when there are no questions left to be asked
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