If reason were master,
Overpowered, I would cower
In the shadow of divine logic.

And if be chance who ruled,
Before it's random precision, I would
Offer my life in quiet servitude.

But I believe that I am more
Than just a leaf in the four
Winds of action, reaction, chaos, and karma.

My will is a weapon
With which I wage war upon
Dragons and demons
Of dark destiny.

My faith is a fortress
Against which cruel forces
Of fate can only lay siege.

Until, alas,
Death does emerge
Victorious at last.

As tears and laughter
Merge hereafter,
Forever and never,

A man.

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