a quick thought after an edit

I KILLED MYSELF AGAIN.
All so that new life can begin.
The spiral one thing that must be maintained.
The beauty of it, how it always stays the same.
Silently shifting and moving along.
Subtle actions of one never seen in the throng.
The path I walked with you through sedation.
Is no longer seen as constant revelation.
My victory is a swollen double homicide.
Conquering my shame in a greedy suicide.
All the labor of a real life birth.
All for the glory of unprecedented mirth.

I KILLED MYSELF AGAIN.
Just to show you that we can win.
The time is coming when one must rise.
To remove the Wizard's wicked disguise.
The Champion will ask the world one last time.
"WHERE ARE THE SOLDIERS WHO DECIDED IT WAS BETTER TO RHYME?!"
Will we then stand, hearing the drums of the fight?
Will we remember our training long through the night?
Will we be ready to walk slowly through the fire?
If that's what it takes to bring down the Empire?


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