The battleground is bloody and bland
It slowly rages with force
The field is full of corpses and sand
No backup for us, no chivalrous horse

On our own, we will fight
Although we know, few will survive
Some have lost their will, some their sight
Yet we do our best to keep each other alive

The war will leave many scars
Only the strongest will be left on the field
Our instructors will watch from afar
With pencil for our sword and eraser as our shield

I wonder, if I will be spared
From our exam, for which I appeared