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My life will never grow stronger,
The path that I choose will devour me whole,

My life will last not much longer,
The sight that I see is a sight to behold.

I fall to my knees and I pray to the earth that this life that I live will not die in the dirt then I stand on my feet and I shout to the young: Let our lives break us free now the war has begun.

Now I fight for the truth that will cover my face from the lies of the world that have taken my place

And I look to the sky while I hold up my blade as my sorrow consumed by the people I saved
While the people rejoice I am hidden away as a ghost who cant sleep without rueing the day.