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Looking up at the ice, a ceiling of white translucence,

I know it will break if I can muster the strength.

I’ve been fighting daily a war, but it’s little more than a nuisance.

Nothing will stand in my way once this glass water caves.



Ready to break through stone my skills are honed to a pinnacle

mountains will move or get split as I cleave boulders to bits

My pulse is all I hear pound swallowing sound equivocal

as my two frenzied fists rhythmically deliver hits.



I don’t feel any pain because I don’t care.

I’m ready to break through into the open air.

My lungs are telling me I’m living wrong.

I’ve been breathing underwater for far too long.



Is this it? Is this the evolution?

Is it the time? Is it time for revolution?

Am I a fish, or am I a man?

I’m stuck in the flow until I make a plan.



I’m breaking through, if it’s in my way it’s getting shattered.

It doesn’t matter if it’s harder than diamond it’ll be battered.

Bruised and beaten down dressed in rags of tattered

old unraveling cloth from battles past, blood-spattered.



This is it. Now the time has come.

This is the time. Time the fight begun.

There’s no one but me left to hold me back.

I’m takin you on, world, you’re under attack.