When you suffer at hands given strength by your will
Who dares comment save the conscious at all?
Who gave the wrath, who offered the lash?
Who scattered the embers, which caused your fall?
Whose hand passed sword, bared the breast to thrust?
Whose eyes sealed blind, hears nothing, no sound?
Whose lips were pained, to betrayal of heart?
Who’s back to bare, limbs to be bound?
When given the chance to strike hot, it will be
Flee commitment, flee shackles, and flee animosity
When inflicted torment is little more than a siren’s call
Who dares comment save the conscious at all?
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