beyond all this good is the terror
instincts that can still betray us,
a journey that leads to the sun,
soulless and bent on destruction,
a struggle between right and wrong.
you take my place in the showdown,
i'll observe with a pitiful eye,
i'd humbly ask for forgiveness,
a request well beyond you and i.
heart and soul, one will burn.
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