it's not the might with which you forge your way,
nor the means by which you hold your ground,
that serves to keep your from the gate.
None of that.
But the lasting pain you wreak,
the crippling legacy in your wake
can be summed up in one word
Fear !
though I may speak of you
and you and you and you,
Of course, it's me I see
reflected by your perfect looking glass.
It's not you I fear
It's only ever me.
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