upon the throne of mercy i loath myself to trust the grace to which i adhere..
no matter what trials in my path shall i endure,
with resolute strength i will never back down,
but preserve on a hope divine,
then in my sorrow illuminates the light of redemption..
between the rose and the thorn lies the heart of a warrior,
awakened to fight the harlot,
though she may seduced i shall falter not,
with a new morn hope breathes life,
as slumber fades Ares rises..
as Athena he's spirit guides me,
as i thread upon the waters of the unknown,
till peace comforts me that i am but near to victory..
ay, what joy awaits me on this quest of destiny...
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