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Quarrel not with me because your ancient longing to right
The ancient damage that deformed you in the night
Has offered you no ego massaging victory in fight
O may champion the spurious claims of others brought to your light
Things that in your presence had no root
You bring them in jealous head for truth
And let them deform you into the ancient brute
I with the blameless you will take no dispute
                          A
Just when I thought logic was supreme
That history told us truth
Where reason labored in extreme
I found it cudlling the brute
Of self, the ego masked and vulnerable
Lacking in will, and insecure
That in its own protection turns detestable
Offended like villian sure.
Just when I thought logic was supreme
It could not delete you from my dream
                       B
What shall I say if my children will eat
Where the enemy sets her plate
When your anger announces the defeat
Of love and the triumph of hate
What shall say beyond the silence I own
That keeps my will, hide my tears
Each season some foolish act is shown
Instigated by the mould of years
The blight that springs from bitter lies
That in a bitter heart resides
And cannot deter me though it tries
And spew at me its venom's tides.
Oh you host of demons gendered of lust
I am delivered by him who alone I trust
                         C 
I have your picture on your phone
You can reclaim both at will
But I shall never walk alone
At end of day this lonely hill
For joy and truth fenced out by your ego
No longer shares your view
But I the groom shall I not so go
Loving the fallen is nothing new
                           D
Ask me for all you want and more
I earn but now to give and yield
Not foolish now, nor ever before
My sling is love I need no shield
So in silence I no rebuttal give, restrained
I will not join your enemies laugh
For they first at your success scoff
Then marred your mind and left you stained
O they know I do not bow other gods
And will not commune in veils of lies
They would not change me with a thousand rods
And so from you they rob what they cannot despise
That squalor could desire my worth
But could not merit me face down upon the earth
I can return all you claim, but not the mirth
Not the entrenched troops you hurt
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