Burning like an engine nearing overheat.
Pushing me with a lava hot intensity
to succeed, to succeed! !
Excell and push past the bar
placed by the faceless commandants
both near and far,
To succeed, To succeed! !
And that low growl inside
that rips through my guts like a ragged howl
that begs for more lessons learned in pride,
Succeed or die!
Death is the only design
unless you prepare yourself
to live in the fire
in the need
Succeed or die! ! !
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