Quick A/N

Warriors forge on towards a nonexistent epilogue
For their morals and values are clouded by blinding fog
They push down their misery into the crevices of their hearts
And the shards of their broken dreams rip them apart
Time passed as they hid behind masks made of their sin
Till no one realized their colors were still engraved within

The cover belongs to me because I drew it and stuff.
And a special thanks to MariHeartsOtaku for helping me with the cover page, the summary, and the poems themselves. Thanks, bruh.