Forge Thyself.


Take the fire from thy soul,
Forge the sword and let them fall.
From aggressors scorn, Bestows in heart thy flame,
Lament they threw, and seizing Shame.
Strike till spirits gone, nor thine enemy's passion,
And in their heart let all life ration.
weaponry thou take, with which they torched,
And stoke thy flames, till heaven be scorched.
Raise the voice and essence, which 'twas oppressed,
And feeling favors in thyself, arrest.

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