Nor was it augmenting your existence
All I have wanted was to construct
A perfect world where you would be at ease
You fell, you have often
When you were mine, I have held you
My intentions were to be your ground, never your sun
You were mine, how would you have not known
So now we are at war, a cold definitve
Where neither you or I shall bend to each other
But know, mine is not a conquest, but surrender
Your's is of subjugation, of harm, yet welcomed
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