give it your all. mine is stronger no doubt. 

in the greatest escape

of the nearest of hopes

i scratch at that moment

of might

with undue regard 

for the largesse of man

and long scars proudly harnessed

in fight..

still sweet blood on my tongue

sharp red tears at my eyes

grab slight hastening beat

holding tight

without said due remorse

for the breath that you’ve stole

lay i panting in death

for what’s right..

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