Pep Talk
Theres one left,
cant stay down,
let that old familiar fire.
Get up.
Bite down on the pain,
you can do this,
fight it, deny your body of being tired.
Get up.
Bottle up that anger,
let it work to a frenzy,
thats it, draw on his fear.
Get up.
Hes spent,
there is nothing left in his tank,
finish this,
prove you are worthy of wearing that gear.
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