The Un-Titled Fight

To change from wrong
to seek, gain strong
to ask so long
to leave losts throng

Strong are the rules of everafter
Long are the pools of traverse, ya’ haf-ter
Wrong are the stools that we step to disaster
Throng is the those perdition chases after

I am too long to lesson’s recognize
I’ve been too wrong, instead of forgive,dispise
I, a single throng of redemption’s gold reprise
I’ll work to strong, eschewing all the many lies

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