My Will
Servitude minus gratitude
a definition that still eludes,
with erratic erosion of the moral fiber.
Coupled with the downward spiral,
swallowing whole all humanity's pride.
In spite of all the angst,
I still stride for excellence,and for
extended hours on the killing fields.
To harness that power and the hearts
of the many I yield.
And yet with all my deeds haunting me,
as I attempt to level the playing field.
For to their graves all mine enemies shall go
and though they go unwilling.
They are but doomed to for its my will.
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