Precipice

This is a fight you cannot win,

Your spirit is weak, drenched in sin,

For all you benevolent trials

You saw fit to defile.

Now we stand at the precipice,

Your arrow once true will now surely miss,

Mine was forged in constant struggle,

Cruelty, kindness, mercy all became muddled.

Come my friend and dance with me,

Sword to sword and you’ll see,

What you sought was always there,

But now she’s mine because you forgot to care.

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