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A shackle;
To people of my blood
But not my tongue
(or heart)

A badge of honour
I am the blood of kings
God; how I have dishonoured them
(In ecstasy)

A war cry
I exist
In No Man's Land
(I am no man)

Soft, and plump
Fingerprints and bruises fade
I cannot be hard

(I have too much heart)

But by God;
I was made strong.