Oh, I wish
To become a knight
Of the humble King of all kings
It’s patience
Armor to protect
And to make foes lamenting
Love, kindness
Weapon in the heart
Enemies’ blood may stop rushing
It’s meekness
A Tactic of might
A tyrant’s heart would keep melting
Clash for peace
Within me I’ll fight
To become victor through conceding
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