Sweating and bleeding, wounded he fought
And When his life reduced him to his knees
His empty eyes looked up at his charging enemies
Not seeing but looking through them, lost in a deep thought
Trapped in a conundrum, caught in life’s inevitable dilemma
To stand up again, Persevere, fight this battle one more day
Or to let go, become free from his fate and move on today
To go on or to move on, was the choice he had to make
But he was too tired to go on and too pious to move on
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