Fortune holds your hand
Torturing, temping, teaching
Like a fish flopping on land
Struggle.
Constant battles, constant wars
Surrender?
No! Hold the flag up high
You’re a warrior, a soldier of fate
Your mind is your battlefield
This is your land
Hold it.
Keep it.
Love it.
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