You made it clear; I'm not one of you
for gods they see things that I won't
Please don't expect a morrow equally blue
- they present you with laurels that you don't deserve

Exert yourselves just to prove a negation
End up cold, bereft of all divine
All I need is to persevere and be patient,
see that shade is indifferent to a swine in a poke

Spear me and I'll strike you with all your might
Try offending the one you hold dearest
Beat me and I'll beat you in your own field
as you gaze and repent at my mirror shield

"Nothing" is not a trade
and no one gets what no one paid
Hunter, hunted, prey and prey
need eyes that see their enemy
Nothing...
No one...

Spear me...

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