1,000 Marks.

I hold the power of a thousand marks,
Words like a lamppost, a light in the dark,
Each push and pull, each turn a tremble,
A voice with a thousand chants,

Be not what you’ve been before,
But as a river flows,
Rush forth with the roar of life,
Your depth and distance you now grow,

Strike with the might that you’ve held at bay,
It is not for you to fear your strength,
That which does not find its opposition decays,
And now we meet at this great length.


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