the fate of my sacrifice because rivers run deep
unearthed of the treasures and stone and rubble
a bargaining chance to play a winning hand
to strike the fortune in the assembly of life
i lay as the dunes and the sun turns into an ignis fatuus
and falter in my beliefs as the shouts commence
there is no prosperity awarded for free
the cost is wretched and arduous and turbulent
might as well give my last breath, raise my last fist
defeated and fading, i surrender

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everyone chanting, ‘fight! fight! fight!’ as the fists hit and bruise. hide my face. protect with my hands. all that i can give. i’m not strong enough to conquer and win.