Indeed these numerous trials make known their face

Bringing forth endless destruction and utter disgrace

When my last flower wilts and my faith has gone stale

I keep hoping and praying that I will prevail

They're knocking--banging--slamming on my door

They seek my downfall, they want me no more

And yet I rise out of the ashes from which I was created

I have a thirst for victory that cannot be sated

So beware mine enemies and keep watch over mine hill

I have a destiny that need be fulfilled 


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