In this world there are soldiers of silver, and those that are of the dark.
The silver soldiers travel the Earth in search for people in need. They use their every bone to spread love and optimism throughout the planet. They bury themselves in the blood and tears of those who have fallen, and create something so beautiful, it gives those who have no hope, a shining star to wish upon. They use their arms as crutches for others, and with every finger, they spread dreams. They are inventors, creators, inspirers. They are servants for the one, the almighty. They walk with pride, hand in hand, forming a union of strength and fire, grabbing onto whomever is willing to join them.
Then, there are the dark soldiers. The ones whose one aspiration
The silver soldiers travel the Earth in search for people in need. They use their every bone to spread love and optimism throughout the planet. They bury themselves in the blood and tears of those who have fallen, and create something so beautiful, it gives those who have no hope, a shining star to wish upon. They use their arms as crutches for others, and with every finger, they spread dreams. They are inventors, creators, inspirers. They are servants for the one, the almighty. They walk with pride, hand in hand, forming a union of strength and fire, grabbing onto whomever is willing to join them.
Then, there are the dark soldiers. The ones whose one aspiration