It’s your battle to win or win…

To the finish more or less, till the whistlers sound the victory cue…

Though spirits wage war, vehemently this flesh prevails 

It’s a fight to death, the victor and the vanquished must see mutual grounds within!

It’s our war to win; like salvaged inglorious bastards, waving victory flags, as thoughts and imaginations weaken their grip!

It’s not the usual; no blood shed; no cuts or bruises but endless tears and fears could kill!

So it’s a fight to finish, a quest to prevail!

 Casting these imaginations and thoughts down enough, exhausting the wiles and tricks, he so constantly presents.

It is a fight to stay in faith.


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