I fail to see the appeal
Of a world of fear
I fail to read the seal
I fail
I break
But my soul stays queer
After a straight line of attacks
No worries, I am fine
Even though my body aches
And cries along with me
This is a battle cry
Of love, you see
Although I wonder why
I am standing in an ocean of hate
I love, therefore I know
This is not my fate
Even if I would be left
Only with agony to show
In flesh and mind
My hand would rest on the haft
Of a sword made of light
I can cut through the darkness
With the softest edge
Beyond the meaning of power
Since I found knowledge
In a smile.
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