Engorge my docile heart with passion
Consume my soul with undying flame
I wish a brutal heart within me
And nevermore to be the same
Too long have I remained stagnant
This quiet life is not my home
This bleeding heart, this brutal fragment
Beats, and burns, and longs to roam
Armor of faith and swords ablaze
Not of bronze but hope and love
I set my stoic, steely gaze
To the wonderous hope of things above
A kingdom come I will unleash
Upon and unsuspecting world
The battle, long, then I'm realeased
When His kingdom is unfurled
Steady my hand and guide my blade
To cut the stony hearts of men
And if my fate would be to fall
I know to life I'll raise again
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Some days it's just not worth chewing through the restraints...
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"I know from long experience all my men have the artistic talent of a cluster of colour-blind hedgehogs in a bag."
--Blackadder
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{..., and with that the wolf fades into the forest shadows.}
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