I’ve fought through the dirt and the grit.
I’ve dusted off the hurt and attacked the culprit!
No more blood in my eyes and busted lips.
I begin to mentally exercise my craftsmanship.
There were many areas and all I did seemed to fail.
It was borderline hysteria, and I began to raise some hell!
There was shouting and screaming in my head, and I walked around with an attitude!
Maybe I was dreaming or possibly dead; but me and death began to feud!
The Grim Reaper fought a good fight. and I walked away with a spiritual bruise.
I fought between wrong and right, but in the end I refused to lose!
So as I dust off my shoulders and knees, I look forward to a new day
I overcame this spiritual disease and walked unscathed through Hell’s gateway!!
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