What shall I, heard nowhere, nowhere found, here, now try?
Should not I, by fate bound, it defy, with no fear?
Or all fear, stay aloof and await what is near
Perhaps deer, though I hate, is this mere plan to lie.
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Humanity
To figh, to fight and to be killed
To draw, to draw an unstable line
To kill, to kill and to be mourned
To be a human and that is mine