Hear me, my chiefs! I am tired. My heart is sick and sad. From where the sun now stands, I will fight no more forever.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Oh, I am very weary, Though tears no longer flow; My eyes are tired of weeping, My heart is sick of woe.
I've fought hard and now I'm weary to the bone.
I just want to fight. That's all I want.
I'm happy to fight anybody.
I am tired and sick of war. Its glory is all moonshine. It is only those who have neither fired a shot nor heard the shrieks and groans of the wounded who cry aloud for blood, for vengeance, for desolation. War is hell.
My life is so active, and I'm fighting the whole day that I don't have any aggressiveness or any energy outside of fighting. I'm the most chill couch potato you could ever meet.
I still have more to fight for in the coming years.
We shall heal our wounds, collect our dead and continue fighting.
I'm feeling pretty good right now, but I hope we can just win the whole thing and I can run off into the sunset and say good-bye.
I'm battling cancer. It's another battle I intend to win.