25 Our will and might, in sovereignty, run deep. Beneath the endless sky, we freely roam, Our desires realized, we find our cherished home. What displeases our hearts, we swiftly release, With carefree grace, our sense of inner peace. But what we aim to claim, we seize, unbound, Uncontested might, our destiny is found. When we’re obeyed, with grace our path we trace, No violence blooms in our honored space. But when defiance rises, resolute we stand, To subdue our foes, astute in battle’s hand. At the well, we quench our thirst, the first to partake, Pure as crystal’s flow, our thirst we gladly slake.
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