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Red sun hides

what all the day gave

and night will hide my sorrow.

To be tied

by the chains of fate

Is the worst of slavery.

I do try

to break free and move

but opposing forces are strong.

My love waits

on a distant land

I must fulfil my promise.

I will burn

this opposing force

And rewrite love's chapter.

I am born

to vanquish shackles

And by God! I shall, one day.

For I am

one of those few men

Who are blessed by God Himself.

Tell angels

to bow down again

Like they did to my father.