I summoned guilt upon the face of enemies, as they gather their thoughts of my failure. Forgiveness came to mind equally positioned with mock, but I chose to surrender. Blank Mind, the sound of silence had never been this vocal. I searched within for self source, I sometimes wondered to the thoughts of uplifting soul. Unknown source, like a tortoise abandoned on a sliding world, I've managed to cover few killos...
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