Survival Of The Fittest (ft. Temporal Fugue)
by @maxvictory
Thunder storms bring rain,
That makes the sky black.
Snowstorms bring hail,
That hurts my back.
*My knees creak and snap
they didn't used to be that way
The weather, wet and cold
Snap, crackle pop, those days*
Sub zero temperatures,
Blazing, fierce heat.
How I manage to still live,
Is a pretty sick feat.
*Life is measured in time
in strength and determination
while standing in the fallout line
the doorway, to damnation*
The weaker die off,
The stronger stay alive.
Tis the survival of the fittest,
Where only the best may thrive.
*Forgotten are the heroes
who don't reach their hands down
to pull up the weakest
so, none of us will drown*