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With dagger here and dagger there
Mind blank with a distant stare Outside calling my mind let’s in Time to start, so I then begin Stumbling like a child or a fool Choose my dagger, now on to the duel Not with a villain or some snarling beast Neither of which I fear in the least He I seek is a terrible foe Forward I march, heel to toe Before that shadow, there I stand And >FLASH< a mighty blow I land Blood splatter and I shout out Like an enraged and drunken lout To my knees I then do fall Finding the cruelest joke of all For the Demon foe I slew you see Is I, my own worst enemy ![]()
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