lost in chimera

the musings of an ever lost writer.
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Stand up, and get knocked down, darkness shrouds, can’t hear a sound. Bloodoaths ring through the air all around, On bended knee they swear to be, Faithful, true, to defend from what you can’t see. Crushed again and driven down, they guard over you with shields all around, For here in my imagination, Heroes abound.