The Final Battle
My return to the earth
Once slow, now quickened
And what have I accomplished
For I have wasted my existence
Thinking that I had an eternity
And for this now I am sickened
All the battles have been fought, save one
And for this, I have no weapons
And yet if I am to count for naught
And have no sword to carry into the darkness
I can take with me one last thought
The battle scars will hurt no more
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