This Army cuts
like the blade of a sword
And its' leader comes to the point
She alone commands the troops
a woman child in a soldiers suit
No blood is let
no soul is lost
Yet life is taken
at a bitter cost
She rides in front
She points the way
Her rightful place
in her chosen fray
She brings the Sun
To start the day
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