We have seen the Lights

 Dear unknown

We have run out of time, our time with eachother has come to a heart wrenching end, 5 years together and not one goal. We have failed, like the wet end of a dynamite fuse, we have refused to catch fire, so nothing burns in us & our efforts on eachother are soggy.

We are going to war now, it's our entropy. We are armed with the refuge of truth and blood, the fear of fear, the knowledge of death & the lack of the desire to relapse. We are marching to the front lines, the first wave. Tell mother we are going to war, pray not our return, for when we conquer, we march on to another war; it's our entropy. And should we finally taste the pinch of the knowledge death? Then to another frontier we march, another war we fight, it's our entropy.

To the front lines, tell Yeye to bring her squadron, tell her to come eat from the spoils of another's war.

Dear unknown

We no longer have time, let's get to it, another frontier lies ahead, with transition yet unknown, location yet defined, knowledge yet established. Our will to war has destined us for no man's land, we have fated ourselves to its consequences. Bara àgbonnìrègún will bake us in knowledge, his purity our protection. 

We have seen the lights, the blood red skies and the smoky skyline, the frontier ablaze, the plains of fire. We are going to war, tell Mother we are marching to the lights. Victory isn't assured but won, but shall we perish with the plains, tell Mother we'd rather die warriors than casualties.

Dear unknown

We are off to war.