Sometimes you win.
Sometimes you lose.
Circumstances be damned.
Sometimes you just have to suck it up
and brave the path you choose.

Small semi-dark cave.
Fading torch on the wall.
Spattered, tattered, used to be green uniform. 
Bruised knuckles, partly swollen face,  
disheveled hair.
Sweat, dust and stale 
animal piss, as thick as wool,
permeating the air.
End of the road, being held at bay.
Single entrance and exit.
Ass on the line, as my mother use to say.
Comfortable as can be.
Enjoying the decor.
Despite the cramped space and the pungency.

One hundred yards below.
I can hear the bastards crowing.
Coming up to get you bitch.
Torture, rape and kill you, slut.
Seeds of fear, they're purposely sowing.
Fucking amateurs.
Warrior in every sense of the word.
I have no fear.
Dead as a doornail.
The first sucker that steps up in here.

Sometimes you win.
Sometimes you lose.
Storm bearing down.
Not for anything in the world,
would I trade these shoes.

Blood in my eyes.
Drum in my chest.
Fistful of pure, razor-sharp steel.
I'm going out one way.
Lifeless on my blood-stained shield.

Sometimes you win...


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