Bathed in golden light,
full of pride,
I never ran from the fight.
The faces of past enemies
never cross my mind.
as I stride.
As I walk to face the masses,
full of unknown faces.
My enemy advances
To leave the identity,
I've sown into who I am,
would be an obscenity.
I shape the clay of destiny
you seek to spite.
Bathed in golden splendor.
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