Show thy face forward, to the tempest
And let not its lack of focus deter you from the fore
The warrior infinitum
The endless sword that does not dull in a trial of a hundred foes
The empty winds shall break themselves upon it
How can we fear a shadow's whisper
Or cower for a weakened reed
The mountain has set itself in the unbroken
It rises impassioned
The stone as steel
Assail thyself on its face tremble at its impassiveness
And the robe of faith
Truly emeshed in righteousness, not for itself, but what is right
The cloth untenable
Its flow daunting
It perplexes the self-loving
It remains hidden
Face it with unhidden eyes and name for me its faults
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