Miserable Paradice

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My passion lies within the iorn.

With it, I fight for what I desire.

I sweat, and I cramp. I relish the burn.

Armed with it, my tendons are like fire.

At war with genetics, I'm sure to lose. 

No matter the odds, I continue.

 For whatever I do, I shall not confuse

the true meanings of ego and virtue.

As my fibers twitch, I keep in mind, 

fear is not real. Today, I will not die.

Focus intensley, and you will find,

confidense is built whenever you cry.

Know your dicipline, and what it can bring, 

but remember, your God is listening. 

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