Part 4
And swallowed their pride,
Then we see the day where,
Where nobody died.
I believe that my past,
Does not define me.
My Strength,
Is an illusion.
My calm,
Hides a storm.
My innocence,
Is not Ignorance.
I know that a hero,
Can fall,
The light,
Can become the darkness.
The powerful,
Can be powerless.
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