One hundred and eighty degrees.
A shift in focus.
Something that is nothing can never prevail.
Your darkness is dependent on the absence of light.
Your sphere is dependent on the absence of power.
And I stand in a strength not my own.
A shift of focus.
I reject the untruths and I deny the oppressor.
The prince of the air.
I reject.
I deny.
I extinguish your unflame.
I stare into your dead light and I deny.
I accept my weakness.
But I reject the blame.
They float
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