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Shadow

White warriors battle in my blood and yours
Holy crusaders, a selfless, sacrificial corps
Sinister, malignant foes in red rivers quicken
Legions of paladins on the battlefield lay stricken

Now extend your scope, envision the whole globe
Behold this world wrapped in its rancid, rancorous robe 
Dungeons, asylums built for the wicked, and culpable
Disuniting one body into the judge and the untouchable

“If a house be divided against itself, that house cannot stand”
This ancient, ancestral teaching we still cannot understand
Thousands of years have passed, the answer remains the same:
Nothing must be left in the shadows, forgotten, a victim of blame

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