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In the beginning,
Which was ten years ago,
We were a bunch of individual, broken pieces
Moving or rather yet
Being moved across an invisible chessboard.
We were strong, confident
And ready to stand for an ideal.
We forged a great unity and thus 
We were ready to give ourselves up
At the battle of Loki and at the mad fight in Ultron.
This was not for naught.
It was for the purpose of restoring peace in the world;
For the purpose of blocking the never ending chaos
That stemmed from the nine realms.

We were mostly defensive;
Reactionary at best.
We were applying our shields and using our armour
To block wave after wave
Of attack from the subtle, cunning
Yet indestructible arm of Thanos.
We were always on the back foot,
Always fighting like a raccoon that is caught
Uninvited in a human's home;
Fighting with two paws on the front door
But without any of its back legs going through that door.
We were merely pawns;
Flatteringly being used
In a war
That we didn't even know existed.
We felt cheated,
Left out of a game
We were a part of
But didn't know of.

...That was ten years ago.
We are in the end game now;
A fight to the death
To protect and defend
Everything that is worth living for.
We are not about to ignore
This game anymore.
We are going to get
All our bodies through the frame of that door.
From the corridors of Vanaheim to the edge of the galaxies beyond,
They will all know
The importance of what we are fighting for.

Away we go!!!
We hear the cry
Of Wakanda's war call.
From New York to Asgard
We can feel the roar
Stir up within every fighters' soul.
Even ants from the heart of San Francisco
Heed the power of war's call.
Together, we march to Titan.
On wards we go!!!
To take back the gauntlet 
Before it destroys all that we know.

For a brief moment,
We thought that we were devoid of leadership
Until we heard the lost Captain's call.
Let's roll!!!
With hammers, shields, strength and muscle,
We shall tussle until this dust is no more;
Until we can restore 
Our homes to their original forms
From dust and rubble.

The strength that is within us,
That binds us
Is greater than some pieces of stone.
Gang ho!
Let's go to the nether regions of the earth
In order to reclaim our own.
To sow seeds of pain and discomfort
At the feet of Thanos.
To avenge the loss and pain
That engulfed earth.

In the beginning,
We were ready to stand for an ideal.
And now, we are ready to die,
To fight for what is real.
To kill, those that try to get in our way.
To heal those who turned to dust from clay.
This is our way!
Vengeance is ours today.
We shall not go astray
Because the universe needs us today.

At the end,

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All will marvel at the 
Ease with which we attained victory.
All will marvel
At the fact that it was so easy;
That all we needed to achieve victory was unity.
No one shall be spared from the healing
That will come from evil's defeat.
From Doctors to Engineers,
Even to little spideys;
Everyone will be healed.
Everyone...
Including our great revolutionary, 
General Lee.

So hush! Don't you worry.
...The game is afoot.
Take a seat and prepare to lift all of your eye brows.
For very soon,
You shall be privy
To the secret of how we are going to break
The shields of Titan down.
For we are in the end game now!

A poem by Tumuhairwe Bruno Edgard.