My World


May the truth burst forth
And kindle the ever growing flame.
I relish the thirst,
The blood of my many enemies,
The constant flicker.
Dare I soften my power over thee?
Nay, I shan't novice.
Sober you are in this cruel, harsh world.
But it is my world.
My hold will not ease, even at dawn.

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