THESE WALLS WERE BUILT WITH SWEAT, BROTHER; THEY WERE SET AND RAISED ON BLOOD. DO YOU REALLY THINK I'D WALK THIS FAR TO WATCH THE SAND POUR FROM MY BOOTS AND THE WIND TURN MY BODY TO DUST? TAKE OUT THE ROPES, GIVE ME A GUN. I KNOW YOUR HANDS ARE HURTING AND YOUR SOUL IS TIRED BUT BROTHER WE'VE COME TOO FAR NOT TO FIGHT. BLOOD BUILT THESE WALLS AND NOW WE'RE HERE WITH CUT HANDS AND SCRAPED KNEES FOR BLOOD TO TEAR THEM DOWN ONCE AGAIN.
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