Spartans

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Victorious we emerge
rising from the depths
of sunken dreams.

You cannot liken us
to the sea, we see
not the depth of the storm
but the route of the depth.

Our swords slice
like butter to knife,
we do not think twice
for what we strive.

March with us now,
carry your defeats
on your shoulders
like the world
beckons us to.

Stride within jungles,
dense like the walls
they make you build.

Use your shields,
hold them,
middle body 
covered.

They cannot touch
what you do not
allow to be seen.

Remember,
we are the apples
that fell far from the tree,
creating life in our fall.