Gaining Honor
Facing your fear, unclear,
fighting under superstition, yet it is your greatest vision.
Leaving past your soul of death, search for your soul of rest,
walking skipping on the ground searching flying from the clouds.
Battling your greatest foes so brave yet unknown,
ties holding back your strength truth release for your escape.
All is done and gone but your honor never erased always fruitful and young.
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