"O come, lethargic and all ye faithful
For now we venture into dawn's red gaze
One man, devoid of passion and his soul
Shall enter into his next foul phase
To be lonesome, he will neglect this night
In brightest morrow, he seeks find his end
In darkest yesteryear, he seeks his blight
Wherefore does he go on and on, no end
Quoth his mind, which shall betray its old host
Nay, for perhaps he shall be saved by his friend
And in so, they shall save what matters most
Across the stars, a message they will send
For even in the event of their death
For freedom, they shall fight to their last breath"

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