My blade

Leave now or follow shoulder strides,
Look back not once at all.
The uphill march upon their blades
A great many will fall.

Let Faith become our magic
And Doubt our enemy.
The fearful prey upon your wounds,
With Haste they'd let you be consumed.

From nowhere they leap
To charge and plunder
For destruction.
And still we stand
Shoulders and hands
Forward
No interruptions.

I must relay this message,
"I'm flawed and incomplete.
Though I won't let them sever you,
United, there is no defeat."

The bugs in ears are amplified when
Birds are starved for food.
They buzz and hide in any hole,
With them there's no escape.

So forward march,
My shoulder's yours
To battle up a hill.
For Estimations over us,
And them,
my 'blade of steel'.