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For what I stole from you I kneel, and sell my servitude.
And if you happen to fall and kneel in return how can I not pluck a poppy from your outstretched palm?
If I go down while we burn all that we have built then I will kneel and claim that you are everything.
And if you betray my trust and I press my bloody sword to your throat will you kneel and claim that I am everything?
If we are forced to end this and bloody fist meets broken body then how can I not kneel and hold you through your final breath?
For what I stole from you I stand, and fall freely.