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My Story's Mystery is told by those blindsighted
Invited to battle, so I shake hands, and wave a rattle
Green eyes envy, while the brown eyes see many
So we keep eating from a buffet, sick from these ills
Will, I must protest, and shout out my disgust
Seen as an authority, easily found by policing authorities
How must I wear armor, while begging for shelter
Hot is hell, is the bellwether, but the cold hearted prevail
Set sail young hungry warriors, be sure to fly by night
No need to talk, chant or plead, for actions are lauded
The reward is 2b hardened by doing battle perpetually
Forever is worth fighting for, even if only to claim yesterday....
