You ask the mighty about all the blood
Is it the same or beneath once sight
You blame some and call some good
Is this what you claim to be the truth?
This is awkward as you flourish and rule
In the shadows of the old and unproven tales
That he made you the better of a Soul
You claim this to be another brail?
The truth is not of how or who or when
It belongs to them who believe in the essence
Of being one and now is the time
To reveal that you are one of them.
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