The Quest For Greatness
I must confessed, I had no idea this was my quest.
But I will try to do my best.
Defeating the enemy, that was my destiny.
He does not come with a pitchfork and horns,
This is not the way he was born.
As an empath, I received good qualities,
To beat him and his cronies.
I will use Love and Kindness at their best,
That will guarantee my success
It will definitely drives them mad,
Not seeing people sad.
Faith and Hope will be my weapons of choice,
I know all the angels in heaven will rejoice.
Armored as His knight,
I will march to the battle field to win this fight.
When all the Saints come marching in,
Then I know we will win.
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