Face to face against a predator
It isn't glory I fight for
I fight in animosity and defiance
Against the shackles wrought by a Creator
I have neither belief nor any Faith
in any Lord; I do not say Grace
I am my own King and my own God
And I run my own race
Life is War
Pick your battles wise
I pick the biggest beast
Because my rage befits its size
I will sit on my throne
and glare at life in the eye
But I will never bow in weakness
Though I might let out a sigh
Feb 13, 2022
Feb 13, 2022 at 1:48 PM UTC
Face to face against a predator
It isn't glory I fight for
I fight in animosity and defiance
Against the shackles wrought by a Creator
I have neither belief nor any Faith
in any Lord; I do not say Grace
I am my own King and my own God
And I run my own race
Life is War
Pick your battles wise
I pick the biggest beast
Because my rage befits its size
I will sit on my throne
and glare at life in the eye
But I will never bow in weakness
Though I might let out a sigh
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