There will be blood
There will be casualties on the morning bill
Hold fast to your slowly fracturing soul
Because the descent is so unforgiving
You will find that that voice in your head
Will soon turn cacophonous
Steady yourself; gather your wits about you
For this war is only just beginning
Never forget the treasure that is self-forgiveness
Never lose sight of your inner grace
This strife is a fiery path that must be walked
Walked with strength and conviction
Walked with the very fire that will immolate you
M.M.
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