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You seem to mock my every move,

Curse my name then kiss these lips,

Claim you hate and then you love,

Set upon me your fleet of ships,



You draw you sword and strike at me,

You long to see these tears,

Never again the day to see,

Forced to live in darkness for years,



You claim you are fighting the good fight,

Though to me you are cruel,

You watch over me day and night,

Make me feel insecure,



For good, you travel and you kill,

Then return to my side to be,

Taunt me, tease me, haunt me still,

Though you say that you love me,



If I drew my sword and slew myself,

My blood, spilling like wine,

My eyes closing upon the world,

Would it make you think twice?



Would you lay your sword to rest?

Kiss my lips as I die?

Or would you claim it was for best?

And watch me with a smile?



For which good do you live?

The good of yourself or mankind?

For I see nothing that you give,

But torment for my heart and mind.