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Within the body...

Desperate, opposing forces...

One born to stifle,

the other to thrive...

pulling and pushing,

gnawing at the roots...

enemies, entangled, eternally...

Buried,

deep within...

a force to be reckoned with...

scratching and clawing for freedom,

to spill forth from when it dwelt...

for where there is strength, there is power...

Hail, the morning sun...

Hail, the waning moon,

Hail, the seas and the skies that cloak us...

Hail, the morning sun...

Hail, the waning moon,

Hail, the seas and the skies that cloak us...

Those that give us our strength...

Oppose yourself... You are the enemy.

Oppose the last man... The antithesis. The coward.

Oppose weakness... though deep engrained in your soul...

Embrace strength...

And lo, the clouds shalt part...

Bright golden rays fall upon thee...

and though blood may stain thy hands,

and the nails may be torn from their beds...

The dig up from the dirt is finally over...

Hail, the morning sun...

Hail, the waning moon,

Hail, the seas and the skies that cloak us...

Those that give us our strength.