He said he was my enemy, And I believed it for a time, Thus armed him well with barb and spear: With hatred, vengeance, grim old fear, Deceitful greeds and lustful grime, And subtle darts of rivalry. Oh, keen the weapons that I made, And sharp the thoughts which gave them edge.
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