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The Defeat

The Defeat It got to me My temple has been struck At first it was sudden pains Like hailstones from the rain Now the pain grows worse Something more like a curse. Spreading fast and fierce Someone please call the nurse It hit me right at the core Now my system is at war The air is thicker than before As I'm gasping for air The chances of survival don't seem to be there. This cloud of smoke is getting me weak Now I feel the fear of defeat Lungs are collapsing As the machine starts beeping Straight line, no more beeping Just the last tear and His voice whispering "Get up and defeat it". Corona you, I have to defeat.

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