Where have all the righteous men gone, long time no see? When the right thing happens to be the hardest, can you blame us for being wicked. On the first sight of blood, if turn around and flee? Can you blame me for being the coward, choosing self preservation? There will be another day, as certain as the games we play. The next time, I’ll wield my sword in triumphant glory.
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