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The Finnal March
Posted By: KilltheMonitor<brent_winfield@yahoo.com>
Date: 27 July 2004, 11:16 PM


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I hope you guys like this poem, im not really a poet but i figured id give it a try




As the Marines run to thier tanks and warthogs, ready for the last fight of earth, they hear the calm and strong voice of the man thats thier last hope.
This man is Master Chief, a man who has been to hell and back and has buried far to many men in batttle, is prepairing for earths last fight. Master Chief is,
A man who had many alike him, but now has few.
A man who has no time to think of luxuries of home and family.
A man who had no love life, or childhood.
A man who is doomed to only death.
But the men listen as he gives his last speech, the speech that will earn earths freedom or lose her lives.
      "Men, we may not live we may not win, but I want you to know that Earth is proud of your sacerfice....fight for her".
And as the men ride off into the sunrise, battle ready and harden, they cant help but think of all thier lost love ones and of thier friends that fought and died for lost causes and get tears in thier eyes. Because now is the time of judgment.... A time of truth, A time of heroesom. The future is unceartan.



like I said, ive never done a poem and I really dont know the grammer rules or the best way to use the code so i tried it suggestions ARE wanted





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