Tho' hard it is to not seem rushed
like the wild fires of war;
Thou give'st a gift more precious than gold,
Thou give'st it freely, fate untold.
It started with a spark,
it came ablaze,
spreading fast and swift.
To see a tear fall from a man's eye
thus to that someone you entrust
fate untold.
Sanity seems to lose control
yet you find peace
in your tears
while I stand before you,
ready for thy orders!
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