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This blade is what takes

The blood so it keeps flowing

Through the veins

To course in four eyes of me

Whisper in my ear

These words I can't tell myself

Will I return back where time never stopped

And never began

Tomorrow will be the day

I break through.....

Does it matter?

A soul weak and torn?

To become more the just the shell

To harden the iron

To construct a god

A man the hand of god

Puts the muzzle right near

This is my last chance

To prove the world this truth