Hallowed, mettle cast in gold enshrined
So much dust to wash away from one small stone
And pyrite, there to mock the fools who only watch
Are we not defined by how we rise above?
Yet who will judge the many weak and helpless
Knowing that he, if given the chance, would do no
Different
Would do no different
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Reivax Camlost (
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Good write.
No they rather the fools gold rather than the real thing. We don't know any better. Nicely done.
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