Duality

The morn is filled with fire

Where do I find the ire?

Why from the land beneath where lava does flow

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I, son of the dark doomed to the world of light

Yet here does the feeble Will strike in fright

Cursed and yet loved by the being: Blight

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Vast are the corridors of might

hidden by Gods in their eternal fight

But still I, a mortal stuck neither here nor there, lo do I lack a foe?

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