Only the details become new
Many seem long prepared for battle
But polished steel and rigorous exercise fail
In the haste of war and conflict
And mass collisions of men
Even the greatest warrior stumbles
Even the mightiest foe feels fear
At the moment of the clash
There is no rescue upon the horizon
And none are prepared for the view
Of arms and legs cut off or viscera exposed
Blood pouring out
As the cost of fighting for truth
