My End

Worry disbelieve it costly to exist with me
The light that loves these floors
Worry, disbelieve it costly to be blind to me
When I run past these doors

What kind of destroyer are you
To recognise my health
I hate no ailments on you
For me revenge requires stealth

The peace that has glee around me
Will not spread inside
There is no war within me
I hope to rest on the fire side

Inflamed feet cower from my brow
Is it a fiend or friend
White is the flying dove
Is this to be my end?

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