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The world of men is cloaked
Under a veil of weakness
In fear of failing the great Oath to the Gods

One must rise above
The pettiness, the egoism
One must battle against
The tribalism, the division

Is there any man that
Never wished to change this world?
To wrong all ills,
To bring vengeance upon the wicked

I will hunt down the trail of betrayal
The poisonous leeches
Within the heart of my city

One must battle against fatalism
And indecisiveness
Embrace the unknown and enter the fray
One must rise above the self
And aim towards the noble idea,
The Wholeness
If only willpower was the sole key to life…

Yet, the privileged still cower
At the sight of necessity
Mobilized only by half-truths
And high promises

There are as many layers
To a man of wisdom
As there are facades
To appease the ignorant
A web of untruth that serves
Them unknowingly
But then, how should
All trust the man of wisdom?

Differing conceptions,
Antagonistic desires
Kin, kingdom, caste and belief
Each man never fights
For just one thing

Who are then my people?
Are they those of my kin, or my spirit?

And what is my spirit?
An idea I've been fed, or something deeper?

I will fight against obscurity
I will fight for a cleansing light

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