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Forth you match to fight I guessed by now you must have armed yourself Nothing less assured you will win at the end Keep the flame alive, ablaze you will be tormented. I came to learned that’s how you won all from the past Indeed you Won the good and step in the shadows of virtuousness And, when it came; your story ends here, you stood firmly. Befallen! Befalls you, it’s your downfall. I thought of to cease it for you I see no reason for my sympathy You had no remorse for what you did and never regret over the past And you did not seek to pardon the mischief lamented. Keep fighting; soon you will forward yourself backward And seek to refuge with your past in its honed remembrance. For me the prudent providence has befallen on me from heaven Next time you think of me, hell you see.