Look at me you cruel eyes, face me with your vicious sight.
Pain you bring to me no more, mortal me is ready to fight.
Struggle I will with time and you.
Picturesque memories old and new.
Into ashes will they be turned.
Boiling blood in me be churned.
Last but once left it is.
A face-off for the righteous keys.
Silent it may be but filled with rage.
Ignorance it might be on the last page.
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