Before the Renaissance series…

Fighting, halfway to completion, surprisingly still sane?
Red eyed and belly-flamed
Murdering anyone coming into play
Slash another dead weight, already forgot his name
Been stabbed in the back but still carrying on with pain
Making ways through the field in sunshine and rain
Can’t stop cause the battle will continue—it won’t be delayed
No chance for the leading opponents to stay
No chance for the people who love to wait
Or for a team to win cause one always tries to claim
So it feels great to be alone—self-trusted, self-made
Fueled by determination and people’s hate
Breakin’ bones, slittin’ throats walking away in clothes bloodstained
Getting close to the end and still maintaining my frame
Finished out on top, lost many things but the lessons still remain.


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