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On my long way to that strange land I cross sword with much a hand And smiles I meet of many forms But still I pull myself through storms. For here in me I put my trust That is, beside the God I must For I will neither wreck my heart Nor tear my troubled soul apart With lies or suicidal attempt Abuse, assault, or self contempt. To me, therefore, do I belong Alone, therefore, would I be strong For who would tell the tale but me? So how indeed would foes defeat A hard to crack a nut as me? And if they know not how to beat And sack a castle high as me Won't they retreat and let me be Or bow to me in fetish glee? War is rot and peace is not Till the horn sounds I'll weave my plot To crippled fate I cast my lot Atop two stones I keep my pot.

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