Through the winds of choice
Making the impossible
To be as a good man
Conquering the devil
Whose dice has been weighted
By the evils of man
And a solitude not even he
Can understand.
A good man
His cape majestically flowing
As a war rages around
Ravaging his mind
Opening his eyes
The destruction brought
The child was lost
At the cost of a victory.
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