put down,
you put up.
spill your guts -
left with the cleanup.
your head is ******
but unbowed.
invictus, you shall rise -
any day now.
the trials of morrow
lay vast and grey
waiting too see
if you let them prey -
on your mind,
your body,
your spirit,
your rage.
stay average,
or usher the golden age.
wipe the sweat
off your brow.
take a step back
‘fore you take the prowl.
glory is nigh,
do not haste, nor disavow.
hush little soldier,
any day now.
Dec 10, 2024
Dec 10, 2024 at 9:59 AM UTC
put down,
you put up.
spill your guts -
left with the cleanup.
your head is ******
but unbowed.
invictus, you shall rise -
any day now.
the trials of morrow
lay vast and grey
waiting too see
if you let them prey -
on your mind,
your body,
your spirit,
your rage.
stay average,
or usher the golden age.
wipe the sweat
off your brow.
take a step back
‘fore you take the prowl.
glory is nigh,
do not haste, nor disavow.
hush little soldier,
any day now.
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