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Will be in the wake of the end
With nothing left that which was once dark
Shines brighter than ever before
Only true loss will bring a hero forward
Unknown to the world will he be
For glory is not seen in justice
But true kings are made from the humble and bold
To protect the meek is to save a legend
Yet a legend never has power
For when the mild are unbound and liberated
Is when the stories become truth and a legend is set free
Will be forever blessed in the book
And will be seen as a sign to stop
Forever will he be seen but never heard nor believed
He was then known as a legend
But all angels fall someday
And his day will be soon