My Fate
As a man
Fire burns unquenched.
Marrow red with passion,
To shape my bones as worthy,
To stand and dine among the elite.
That my name may too speak
My rightful place:
I endevour as i should,
To be above for honor and pride:
Fighting! nackles, stature and words,
To protect and nourish my own.
And shield away bitter winds
Oh what a duty
Weighing on man's shoulders
That many use for a gauge:
Why let money define responsibility?
could love be true without incentives?
Is love worth the money men die for?
We sweat,
Things we shed blood for
In tiny and many ways,
All from a single moment
A point in every man's life
Baby features and character dies
A man is place of it is born.
The bitter sweet;
An aroma from the fountain of life;
Springing forth from grounds of hope;
Promising blissful joy in exhaustive pains:
When it gets worse, it is worth it;
It gets bitter before it gets better.
I journey on
In tunnels and darkness thick
Focused on my promised fate,
Full of abundant bread and corn,
As the christian bible promised the meek,
My end i'll meet, whether early or late
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