Be with me,
Benevolence I seek.
Violence I am weak.
Bequest I leak.
Bereavement, not again.
Bequeath them, no pain.
For they console kindness,
That erects happiness.
Be with me,
For cursed are your fears,
And dried are your tears.
Show me your resistance,
And I shall honor your existence.
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