In the boughs of my divinity.
I beg the clouds for serenity.
Capitalizing on this chance I have to live.
Brotherly love is the solace I have to give.
I awakened and looked around at my home.
Beheld the rapturous scenery in which I now roam.
Until I hear that song my painful heart swells.
After I hear that song the evil no longer dwells.
A tragic hero, I miss the days of old.
Spiteful hours, Pockets lined with gold.
My flesh slowly chips off unveiling my true form.
I play the song preventing evil from being born.
I narrowly escaped death and I am lucky to be here.
This quest has done everything to make my days drear.
So here I lay in solemn loneliness and a blank smile.
At least I know that my problems shall no longer pile.
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