Another piece of over-wraught writing

And here, I do lay
Upon this soil, unworthy of its hallowed nature.
Painfully turning, to look above, straining to see.
This, our purpose.
For, unto the dark we cast doubt, and deflect the light
With this thought we rise.
No more broken or shattered.
These plains, scarred by flame, served as our rally.
No more subject to fear or the curses flung from the lips of our enemy
Today we live, and fight upon the field.
Perseverance and faith shielding all from that which would lay us bare.