Glory

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When death ruled the valley of fear
Destiny cried for the misery of its dear
But they went to find the valley of the dead
And saw that fear ruled it with pleasure
Hidden away in a mortal plane
The immortal seized the valley of the fear
Only to find it was nothing but–
The death of the dear
One can see and one can choose
To keep the eyes blind
But the two valleys–out of them
One would win and the other persist

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