They are our living saviours,
They are our immortal life guard jackets,
They can be ink to our void pen,
They can be a bluntless sword to our empty scabbard,
They pretend to be happy while an foreseen seperation,
They pretend to hold the tumultuous tears on the death of their fellow members,
They are a plain sentence of death for their unbiased adversaries,
They are deathly gallows to people who raised a finger on their nation,
They can be adamant bricks to our...