There is no stopping for the force displayed
The mind and body may break apart underneath the gun
But ideas are untouchable, they can cause a whole crusade.
When the power is at hand the person can choose the road
The path to good or evil, each having a relic to give
But when your life becomes your chosen code
The life helping others is the one better to live.
When you betray the one guided you to what you are
And become the master of what you wish to tame
The day you too will be overthrown will be not too far
This is the rule you chose for this game.
When winning becomes important than the winner
Nothing is gained even after going through the process
Filled from outside but still empty on the inner
After that win all that is won are losses.
When you become the character you wish to play
You lose yourself and become a mime
You fade into oblivion by losing your way
And become another wasted dust in the time.
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