He who is immune will not succeed,
Yet fall behind the fallen who fail where they effortless proceed,
A flawless strength in itself is flawed,
No honor in one who has not struggled and kicked and clawed,
Unstoppable, the monster of perfection,
Sows only destruction, no love or direction,
The breaker it is so named,
For even its betters will be by it so simply maimed,
Yet its evil is illusion,
A child lies beneath shrouded in confusion,
Striking out to play and to fight,
Not understanding the fires it is capable to light.
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