Force of worlds, release me of tainted toils,
Shed your knowing stare,
And gaze upon me as your humble servant.
I accept your admonition of truth and your reconciliation of justice.
Judge me not by the blade I live by,
But instead the shield I die by.
Notice not the open hand I destroy with,
But rather the closed fist I create with.
Dark aura cloaking my sins be gone from my soul,
For not only do I revoke my ways of malice,
But still do I bear the lamenting cry for that which has already occurred.
I plead with thee,
Let me be thine arbiter of twilight.
Let me stand between and mediate with both realms of consciousness.
To thee I speak,
To thyself I must answer.
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