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Speak Defeat
Once again his face it clear.
Once again his voice I hear.
Once again his words I speak,
and now his havoc I must wreak.

He is my one undying foe,
though here his story I forgo.
Suffice it that I caN't destroy
the part of me that wants No joy.

Though I thought he was suppressed,
it seems I am again depressed.
I canNot stay under control.
Hurting you will be his goal.

Tonight's the night his Chaos peaks;
the words outline the pain he seeks.
But wait! He thought you would forfeit.
He Never thought you could fight it.

The pain erupting in your voice
should Not have left you with a choice,
but though it hurt to speak your mind
your words were ones I could Not find.

You threw him from his awful throne
and now I can truly come home.