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.