Not as strong as I thought
I make my way
Trudging on through
'Till the end of the day

My sword's getting rusty
My armor's wearing thin
My fight is near over
My journey now to end

One too many hurts
A few more wrongs than right
I stand, with my sword alone
And begin to end the fight

My enemy looms ahead
He rejoices as I weaken
I’ve fallen through the cracks
Defeated, worn, and beaten...

 
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