My Mind
My mind is an intersting place, full of oposites.
At one corner sits a madman, and at another the Lord, constantly fighting for control.
Fighting a war that will only be won is one dies and the other lives.
One is a crafty madman who loves to set traps and one is a hero who shields me.
Only if the madman dies, can I begin to live.
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