We are in this glorious yellow flower field,
where this army marches on, we do not yield.
Once we sound His name, the numbers increase,
not stopping til the pain the enemy creates does cease.
The horn of justice is blown and we lift our swords as one,
swinging it to and fro til the battle is done.
It might seem like we are alone at first in the land,
but look closer, we are the number of specs of dirt in the sand.
His reign shall rule throughout this place,
as the elite force of Gods, we set the pace.
Think, act, believe this powerful mindset,
for we do not worry, nor do we fret.
Endure anything that comes your way,
give everything, so what comes can stay.
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