My Temple of Autumn has fallen
My exile has been to the ring of desert
My existence is a struggle in vain
Yet I will prevail
Mother Earth lies on an edge
An edge of a sword ready to fall
One man must hold the sword by the hilt
That man must survive
My brethren have been beat
Fallen from defeat
Fallen from failure
Fallen from misdirection
This man was a boy
A wandering boy for years to come
Now the boy is a man
A lost man in time
My fate is one of choice
A choice that decides fate
Fate for all stranded on a rock
A rock which lies on an edge
The dawn of the sky is just another day
Another day in which more men fall
Who will live, who will die?
Why is it this man's job to decide how?
I am the first and the last
I am the one who has transcended
You can tear down my temple
But I will prevail
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AUTHOR'S NOTE: The word "Desert" is used in its original sense as "a place of death and terror."
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