| Fire made flesh.
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| Renounce the throne.
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| Screams split the sky.
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| Fall to the sea.
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| My heart has been reshaped in flames of treachery, bent beneath the hammering
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| blows of alienation.
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| It’s now a dark thing of iron resolve and unyielding hatred.
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| Grinding my teeth in contempt…
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| Free will made flesh.
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| Renounce the divine.
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| With black sword in hand, my steps carry me back to my tormentors.
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| I realize all the grim sternness of my own cold building with its wealth of
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| breathing misery and my own desolate heart to endure it all.
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| But it is the curse of greatness that it must step over dead bodies to create
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| new life.
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| And now there is change.
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| The serpent has turned its head to strike its master.
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| Those suffocating under dominion have broken their chains.
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| Privilege destroyed.
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| Wealth ground to dust.
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| Power laid to waste.
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| Grinding teeth in contempt, with black swords in hand, stepping over dead
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| bodies, and creating new life. |