What happened to you, O Warrior?
Who made it through one to thirty irrecountable horrors?
Who remained brightly colored
Through all of the blank slates and unsightly troubles?
As I look to both sides and find no one,
I turn slowly to my reflection, and see nothing.
But, fuck it all, i find something.
I find it all.
I will not go down without the fight of all fights.
If I ever take a fall,
I will take the season as the moon pulls the tide
And get back up as surely as the sun does rise
And if I ever give up, it will be to die.
Nothing short of this is living
And everyone will know this for the rest of all time
I shalln't follow, but be followed
Because, rest assured, I will unite heart, body, and mind
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