The bots won't die,the war we will never win,surviving daily is a victory,but our stamina ebs down.(something about work)

To our stations

We disperse as soon as the pre-war briefing ends.

Our mission;stay alive

~

Day by Day they return.

An endless stream of swordfish.
(Just another fish in the sea?)"just you wait!"

The sea is not a place you want to be-

lingering beyond your control-

upon the surface where the big blue plains stretch to the calm horizons.

Yet you know not what awaits you beneath

("do you really want to?")

~

This war we fight,what victory have we?-

when all we do is watch our comrades leave one by one

Swallowed whole by Fatigue
Submiting to the sea.

~

chances of being shot by the rifle of the workload?

1 over many to 1 over 1

The sithe of the reaper's claw eliminating every last soul until the fields lay barren.

~

Where no victory awaits,

Where war can never be won,

Where one sailor marooned upon the gaping blue,

~+~

How long the band of soldiers stand

Againts the limitless enemy.

Who rage fourth striking every new head down.

And now I am at the neck...