Embrace the glory of being
or die trying to tame it .
Pain,rage ,tears ,
Suffering kills your legs ,
it's just torment of the mind
if you can't fight,you'll fall
if solitude isn't your confident,
and don't aspire to hell ,
you will be less than nothing ,
then,stay home and be a poet
or take up knitting ...
The treasure is in the will ,
the strenght to take the track
to defy wind,rain ,and heatwave ,
when lightning slape the tree ,
thunder overhead ,
reject the dawn this false enjoyer ,
you know ,your dry eyes will cry ,
spartan warrior resilient's soul !
so, my friend ,split the stone ,
and turn it into a dream ,
burning fire of a religion !
Leap of the puma
imperial eagle's flight ,
you'll fight to the bitter end ,
alone in the silent triumph ,
love doesn't wait at the finish line,
suffer ,die and reborn ...
Marathon runner .
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
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Comments2
Ode to an indomitable spirit.
The triumph of the will !
I prefer to sit back with a drink and a smoke.
You'll reach the final line faster !
Ha! Most of the battle is from the armchair.
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