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I’m walking out
To meet my enemy
Only with myself
And my sword

My foes blind me
But I have a thunderstorm
On my back

I spread my blackened wings
And unsheathe my blade
With resentment in my eyes
I launch myself

Feeling of regret overwhelms me
As I clash with my nemesis
For my freedom is at stake
And my life

This fight is not for control of me
But for my own genocide

But for now, I’m flying
I’m free
And I’m alive

Their warmth makes me sweat
But my chills make them quake
I strike their blood
Off my rapier

I look to my storm
To see it striking

I lead them to my weapon
I fly though my gale
Only to find their weapon

For up above my battle
Lays but another
I sweat and fall
Only to be caught

Mercy is no option
No surrender
My foes wait to catch me
Only to be slaughter me

Holding on to my life
The darkness has my back

I clean my foil once more
Only to purify it with their blood once more

Unleashing my blacked light
Made only to smite
I stand… alone
Only with my ally

My victories are never sweet
For I turn my back
And more foes stand

For I am the shadows
Bombarded by light
I will never lose
And never win