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Standing Tall

Can I stand tall
In the face of this all
As if it were my life
And it were my battle
And my hell
Full of my favorite daemons
In my own closed attic rooms,
Alleys and corridors?

Can I call to this Yagn

All the angels and the Gods
And all the Patriarchs
From the abode of the Old?

Can I stand tall
In the face of this all
As if it were my life?

I close my eyes
And I can see you sulking through
Shoulders drooping
Eyes no longer ablaze
Your soul tired
From battling all this
All alone..

I can
I Can.

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