His armor is thick
His sword, swift
His regret, unending
His generosity is pure
His love is unconditional
His pain, unforgiving
His tears drop, hard, like the pain he's inflicted.
And his love is as strong as the hatred he's felt.
He's unpenetrable
And fragile
And so am I
Namo.
Namo.
Namo.
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