fight

life you bastard,
One of these days...
the blow of your fist will stop me from getting up again.
 I have taken even punch you have thrown at me
I have gotten up each time you pounded me into the ground
each time you killed my friends
each time you drove me out to the woods and left me.
struggled to stand when your cruelly tripped me,
you bully...
why do you hate me?
what did I ever do to you?
I know I cheated death when I was born.
Is that why you are angry?
are you angry because I won't stay down?
Pissed because I still try after all of it?
...got news for you, you can hurt me, you can cripple me, but you can't kill what I have inside.
everyone has tried...

and everyone has failed.

I am made of dark ore, forged in an ancient furnace.
life you bastard,
One of these days...
the blow of your fist will stop me from getting up again.
but know I am taking you down with me when that happens.