How Well It Is That On This Night, The Eve Of Our Departure Hell Itself Has Opened Up, Any Stray To Capture

How well it is that on this night, the eve of our departure Hell itself has opened up, any stray to capture And so it is that one last time we fight with death itself Courage be our only sword; will no one come to help?

Pick up hope, oh brother mine, and use it as your shield Cut the darkness clear in two, don't now, nor ever yield Don't put down your weapons now, though weaknesses they're finding For in the darkest night, my friend, the faintest light is blinding

Literally wrote this after I took a shower to try and clear my head.

For what shower can we take that would make the mouths of demons sing no more? What cleansing of the mind can banish the insatiable desire to elope with simple complacency? Where can a man leave the severed half of his dead heart to rot instead of letting it consume him?

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