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Without looking back to my past and present I prepare for battle.

I won't let myself down, I'll struggle 'til the bitter end.

My "gift" is as commensurate as "it's" as well.

Breaking free from restricting chains suffering, tormented, I'll fight, fight, FIGHT!!!

Whatever happens, I know the power struggle fluctuates.

Apprehensive with the possiblities of failure, I will die

seeing it was worth the cause.

I will rise with impunity in the end.

I won't be moribund.

No more inner carnage, I can't take it.

This "thing" will no be allowed to have dominion over me.

I refuse to be easily conquered, something facile.

I will no longer be victimized into acquiesance,

into mindless submission.

My tenacity, my will, it will keep me alive.

I have tenable reasons to survive, to struggle

against the dark rain.

My motives are part of what consists me.

"Monster, I'm sick of you.  YOU BETTER FUCKING GET READY FOR MORTAL COMBAT."