*Life or Slay*
They wished that they might kept going,
Trembling through the barren earth holes as they aspiring the light among themselves,with only one dream in their eyes.
The 13 of them stood there upfront battling their hearts out.
Their countrymen far from them stood totally unaware of their presence, gaging their lives with extremes.
Their eyes were solitary, the condition turn into a turmoil,chirping the bells of darkness they went for the glory.
They yell,chant,outfoxed the spirit cries,but all they could hear was the death bed's flute slowly and slowly clinching towards their end. And finally in a flash it broke out, taking the soul as it was hunting its prey. As the carcasses laid on the barren land all their sins had only one last play, that "One fine day they will surely make it to the surrey".