Grind

I'm just a simple man,

Yet I've been called to fight.

Sucked into Britannia,

To put its wrongs to right.

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I've been pulled in so many times,

I sometimes wonder if it's real.

Armed with shield and magic,

And my sword made out of steel.

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And when faced with mighty foes,

One thing I often find,

That to succeed against these beasts,

For XP, I must grind.

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Grind all through the burning day,

Grind through the freezing night.

Grind to increase all my stats,

Grind so I can fight.

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My comrades don't want me wasting time,

But XP they also need.

Hero of the grind, that's what they say,

That is most of my deeds.

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Against beasts, against my foes,

My sword does surely rend.

And then fish out some potions,

For my wounds to mend.

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Then I repeat the process,

Lasting longer each time.

It's just as well, for in this hell,

All I do is grind.

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Grind all through the burning day,

Grind through the freezing night.

Grind to increase all my stats,

Grind so I can fight.