Es ist.

Here is one part of my oath list:
I swear to put my fist
in the darkest mist.
Where I do know how to persist

I must do if I desire to coexist.
Are there my fears? Do I still persist?
Survive: it says. Resist.

But finally, I got the gist.
There's no truth: there's a twist.
Because nothing is there: I have no wrist.
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