Smashed

Standing proud in his shining armor of black

I tense as he prepares to go on the attack

This great Knight of pure justice and law

Seeks to trap me in his hidden hungry maw

But he has yet to witness the power of will

The power to win without the urge to kill

I will not be sealed into this old false order

For its crimes are worst than bloody murder

My will is too strong to have my soul stashed

So with my passion his shining armor is smashed.

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