Be a life well spent, a healer of weak, no death, no danger.
Definitely nothing sweet.
This fearfully gives way to
A life misspent, a protector of the weak, the death, the danger.
Definitely everthing sweet.
This Slowly gives way to
A life feared misspent, a pamper of the weak, sleeply in death, cautionary in danger.
Definitely miss the sweets.
Each ragged deep breathe forces sweat out like falling rain, everything hurts, raw to the touch, blood hardness like mud across your clothing, Your eyes burn with hate and sand but forward your feet shuffle,tired, you curse your grit
it is here life takes on a new meaning
It's the end of the old you, fun loving, whole
Where is your rifle, well fuck
Back to the firey hulk