I will paint my face with the blood of every doubt you've cast at me
I know my scars are visible and I will wear them like badges of triumph in the face of all those who told me I couldn't
I will hack my way through flesh and bone
I will tear the tissue from your muscle with my teeth
Whatever it takes
I will win

White flowers turning red
Blood seeping from the bandage on my side
A mounting force prepared to strike down with God's hand
There are no gods here among the mass of steel and man
I will not waver