To look at my soul through their's
and find,
with certainty,
purpose.

One who'd sign up for a war
they know unwinnable
would not know a speck of the surety,
and clarity,
and calm.

One who'd find injustices
and fix them all one by one
would end as a ghost,
and I'd remain,
strong as stone.

O, to be found by my adept
after they've known me for years
Years collapsed into a moment
compared to our future.
I'm at your eternal call,

my Purpose.


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