for i am less than what you think.
but more than what you wish.
i act based on no reason.
but driven by lust and ideal.
kill! shall you shoot me.
i open myself to attack.
not to render glory to you.
strike me as thunder.
i shall not die.
as for this is ironic.
a futile response.
despair and of what i seek.
know not of the essence.
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