Who will have the last word.

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I know who is going to have the last word, it is the one who cannot speak, but talks more than anyone.
 
My body is made of swords.
His body is made out of swords.​
My blood is of iron, and my heart of glass.
His blood is of iron and his heart of glass.​
I survived through countless battles.
He survived through countless battles.​
Not even once retreating,
Not even once retreating,​
Not even once victorious.
Not even once being understood.​
The bearer lies here alone,
He was always alone,​
Forging iron on the hill of swords.
Intoxicated with victory on the hill of swords.​
But my life needs no meaning.
And thus, his life has no meaning.​
This body was made out of limitless swords.
That body was surely made out of swords.​
 
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well it might do, one of the mods could get bored of seeing it on the 'new posts' page and close it
 
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