And the right to need.

They may falter at the Gates of Hell,

And only time will tell,

The price they paid,

Or did their soul they sell?

Heroes have the right to bleed.

Heroes have the right to need.

Friends and family I have left behind-

Breaking all the ties that bind,

Their hearts to mine.

I heeded the government’s call to war,

All to fight with a vicious spirit for,

The price of the Core.

A soldier’s cross I have taken,

Which means all my virture I have forsaken,

For a just end, and peace,

At last.

Was it that bad? Like, really? I know I’m a really bad poet, but, believe it or not, these are two of my better ones…