Are you a shadow? Creeping behind my back Are you the wisp of the wind? Trying to sneak past my breath Are you a sense of foreboding? Trickling down my spine Are you my nemesis? Questioning my very existence Are you my reckoning? In this moment of truth Are you the face of death? An eventuality and a finality Too small to behold; Too vast to understand The drums are rolling, The sky is lit in crimson The lines have been drawn In the battle of our generation Fight I will, with all my strength With my restraint and resilience I do not see what lies ahead In this clash for survival But I do see what I am fighting The darkness of my doubt and fear I gather all my resolve And look at the face Of my mortal enemy And vow not to give in My body may be broken But my spirit will not. Team
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