{"sf1_id":351371,"sf2_id":"ZeqErPMe","title":"Godless Crusade","author":"Arcaron","words":125,"posted_at":"2012-03-08T21:45:00.000Z","tags":["Blade","Military","Poetry","Sword","War","acting","masquerade"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/351371-godless-crusade","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/ZeqErPMe","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/09/6a/096a45e1-a50e-4d76-9bba-bada7bf6a7a1","description":"Poem about war.","content":"I'm alone, I feel nervous, and god.. I'm afraid.  \nI should never have signed up, for this godless crusade.  \n  \nMy only real friend, is my sword, oh my blade.   \nWith that by my side, I can still masquerade.  \n  \nSmile to my friends, and act like it'll be fine.  \nJust laugh and nod, whenever they incline.  \n  \nBut tomorrow I'll be done, dead or alive.  \nIn this world, I'll never really thrive.  \n  \nSo now I cross my fingers, think about tomorrow.  \nAnd that just another day, from god I can borrow.  \n  \nWill I survive? I'm not really sure.  \nBut for my sorrow, there'll never be a cure.  \n  \nMy eyes are closing, I think it's time to sleep.  \nGod why is this life, so hard, oh so steep?\n\n  \n  \n\n"}