Persevering Will
For years, I've had a nagging feeling,
That is no where near attractive or appealing.
My willingness to give up easily is my fear,
My willpower is nowhere to be near.
I can't give up, there is too much to do,
I'll break through anyone, no matter who.
Then I'll protect the ones I love,
With the power to stand against anything.
My power will help me achieve anything,
It'll even make death tremble from its growth.
I'll be able to conquer the king of kings,
I swear, I take this as my oath.
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