Andre-
Glory to the Father thank you Abba/ Modest with my words, but in my heart I feel I'm far off/ Wandering the sidewalk a long strut getting harder/ The farther I walk I feel its getting hotter going into the lava/ But if that's what you want, then I'd be honored/ Just give me the posture to wear this armor as I march/ Into the madness, as its getting darker harbored in my thoughts, to not lose heart/ Nah, please help me draw a bronze bow aimed at the mark/ Piercing the strongholds floating in the dark/ To destroy all false arguments able to capture a thought..
Me-
Chest out, head high...the archer draws back/ His mark is a heart turning cold...turning black.../ He's tracked his target through the shadows of the night/ and by the pale moonlight, he finally has him in his sight/ The man that he's been hunting has a high price on his head/ Thieves in the temples and they're singing songs of dread/ Dead men tell no tales, it seems/ Tearing at the seams as he's screaming in his dreams/ In between all the voices of the lost/ the archer marches on at any cost/ Frost begins to settle in/ His heartbeat pounds from deep within/ Racing, chasing...erasing all doubt/ His prey is in his sights and there's no way out/ His aim couldn't be clearer, the objective couldn't be nearer/ as his arrow flies true...through the man in the mirror...
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