In the pale moonlight,
Heroes answered the call.
In the pale moonlight,
An empire was going to fall.
A single word painted black
Inside an abandoned library,
Led to their plans of attack
As the rebels began to rally.
An army was created
To fight against corruption.
To fight against hatred.
This was their mission.
In the pale moonlight,
They raised up their weapons.
In the pale moonlight,
They rallied against oppression.
First shot was fired at dawn
Opposing sides began to clash.
Bodies quickly covered a lawn,
The armies continued to attack.
By sunset, the city was ablazed.
The streets covered in death.
A soldier stood there dazed,
Wondering what will be left.
In the pale moonlight,
A soldier burst into tears
In the pale moonlight,
A soldier faced his fears
A year later, it finally ended
With the peace treaty signed.
A torn country began to mend,
Yet the soldiers were left behind.
They were signs of the old regime.
Almost all were treated as traitors.
Like they created the war machine.
Like they were a cruel, cold dictator.
In the pale moonlight,
The soldiers were hung to death.
In the pale moonlight,
Few lowered their heads in respect.
There were times were battles are fought,
Where the exact enemy was not visible.
In the process, innocent lives were lost.
Yet the soldiers were treated as criminals.
Sadly, the ones that died answered the call.
They protected society from vile tyranny.
They caused an evil empire to finally fall.
Alas, we killed them out of total bigotry.
In the pale moonlight,
A dictator took back control.
In the pale moonlight,
A bullet freed my tortured soul.
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