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The storm and I
A storm is brewing,
I feel it coming.
It’s here to claim me,
It knows what I see.
I should run from it,
But here I shall sit.
Let it come to me,
For I will not flee.
I feel the darkness come,
A victim I will become.
I know I can’t evade,
But I am not afraid.
Thunder calls to me,
It echoes with glee.
I stand to face it,
I’m ready for it.
I can hear it scoff,
But I shake it off.
I swallow my fear,
And let it come near.
The darkness has me caught,
But a victim I’m not.
So I draw out my blade,
For I am not afraid.
With courage I fight,
Using all my might.
The chaos swarms me,
But cannot harm me.
I strike against it,
And deal it a hit.
It reels back in pain,
For me, it can’t claim.
The darkness I have fought,
A victim I was not.
I stood and watched it fade,
For I was not afraid.
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Aside from my great plans to become the future dictator of the moon, I have little interest in political discussions.
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