i arm myself.
trouble storms
cannot touch me.
he can not touch me.
he, who would take
all that is owed to me.
he can not touch me.
i am golden and with
my bow and spear,
i pierce through the
armor that would
protected him.
he can not win,
and i can not lose,
i am golden in the eyes
of the beloved, and i
am strong enough
to fight him off.
i was always strong
enough to fight him off,
with the beloved's eyes on me.
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