Take Me in Your Arms, It’s alright.

The battlefield, you hate it, yet it’s your job to go. Souls need the guidance to the afterlife. They cry for their mothers, their God, even though if you’d ask them before coming, they were adamantly atheist, but as soon as you arrive, they plead for you to free them from their destroyed bodies. For you are death, the eternal equalizer, and you are there to show mercy for mans folly.

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