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Fearless
Naked, we run at night
caring nothing for heat or cold
only for what can be killed
only for what is ours.
We mark it, maul it
and make it our own.
This battleground
is our sole inheritance
and we have no prayer
of leaving it alive.
Doubt we never entertain
nor fear
nor hesitance.
We leap into the unknown
and if it will not catch us,
then we die.
But what is that
to immortals?
Mars Will Send No More 