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The armoured flesh is bruised
Self stitches bleeding righteousness
Doctoring self as a bad habit
The Bal'dons have won
Soul Will
In exhaustion I find strength
To plan wars against the battles
Though my flesh ruin
I smile to the demons raiding
In a pretty scarf wrapped lie
I see all my faults towards the heart
I plague my heart with false yen
The heart collapses all it supports
With a sigh I adjust the Bal'dons
And fall into battle