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One Battle Lost One Battle Won
In iron shadows, cold and tight/
I sank beneath the weight of night/
A crime unclaimed, a fate unfair/
And all my prayers fell on deaf air/
For six months, my tears took flight/
Rising like embers into the night/
I called for grace, for mercy's hand/
But silence met my last demand/
Sentenced, shackled, years were spun/
A war begun, one battle won/
I looked to the sky; eyes burned in rage/
The heavens above, no hand was raised/
Faith had faltered, left me bare/
Hope had vanished, none to spare/
Through depths uncharted, I made my throne/
A kingdom forged in fire and stone/
The Qliphoth sang its wicked tune/
I took my seat beneath the moon/
What Gods had failed, now demons rise/
A shattered soul, no compromise/
Life moves on, do as you will/
The stars remain, yet burn so still/
One battle lost, one battle won/
I wear my scars; they weigh like none/
Bow not to Gods, nor fleeting fate/
But to the one who walks through hate/
Copyright ©
Michael Fulkerson
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