As i 

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see the winds gather

feel the ocean muster

touching the storm inside me,

Using not of my love

Aching to hate the motivating factor,

That work has to be done…

Then i gather my wits

to be put asunder

and all distractions put aside…

Then only then

I take up arms

and mount my steed

to put in Mach 15

and be of light speed

to burn the heavens

as i ride the constellation of every stars i see.

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