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The sting in the tail of the abhorrent son,
The pain in the eyes of the unwilling one. The strain which you take, when you promise a stranger The death and decay with which you I endanger. The faint-hearted man with the strength of a lion, The fortress torn down by the droughts and the fire. The duality of life, of death altogether Is true one and all, now and forever. To face what you've done you must look within, To realise your strengths, to whom you're akin. To justify those mistake you have made, You must look again, and find out if you've changed. To do all these things, you must have no doubt That what you are doing is going all out.
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