John 117
Posted By: Napster<napster@zoominternet.net>
Date: 14 May 2004, 2:46 AM
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In the future far away
Troops defend while children play
Unconcerned with matters at hand
While soldiers perish in a distant land
An unknown enemy has emerged
That will not rest till they are purged
of a menace that spans the galaxy
That menace, my friend, is you and me
We were demons, they were monsters
Each an enemy to the other
Locked in mortal combat here
We were filled with dread and fear
But only as all hope diminished
And the human race was almost finished
One hope emerged, untainted, clean
T'was Master Chief; John 117
The last of his kind, bred to fight
Master of weapons, a merciless blight
With his own two hands he killed them all
The Covenant threat had started to fall
With Halo gone, the battle was won
But the war had just begun.
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