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When the sun sets

leaving behind the last light

as we ready ourselves to be immersed

into the murkiest of terrors

let's hold tight the response

to our belly triggered fears

so that we may know that we will over come them.

 

Clash your rod of iron

against the towering peaks!

Pull down the martyrs

they were never supposed to be up there to begn with

and instead we're made a mockery of

by your trembling.

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