User:Thedragongod/Reach: A Halo Reach Poem

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Scout the Sangheili: Prologue 1: Reach

Barren, it lay barren. Your false religion corrupted the minds. It spread faster than a virus. You had something to prove, yet you used it to gain false trust.

Your covenant reached out to everyone. Your militia cut a thousand lives while you shaped others for the "greater good".

Your years were nothing but torment. Torment to others and also yourself. You lived empty years

I hope you're happy with yourself because I am not.