And so with clenched fists we move forward,
Heads bowed, necks tensed, as bold as stags before the fight.
Here, on this very spot, we must gather and become all that we are capable of.
For if not, we will simply fizzle away, enveloped by the darkness that forms in the light of tomorrow.
We must see where there is nothing, and stand where few stand, on the outstretched rock of defiance.
Do not abolish what you have, for these are your tools, use them.
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