I shall fight the numbing dew of goalless skeptics,
I shall overcome the smother and bother
Of devil-filled and visionless cynics,
And sit again on the throne of victory.
Their bangs could be louder than loads of thunderstorm,
But my will to conquer must not give in,
It must instead for a battle brace
And last long enough to win the race!
Fantastic confidence you have applied to boost the fight against dark. Yes, confidence is the last word to win any battle. MY WILL TO CONQUER MUST NOT GIVE IN Thank you for contributing such spirit in contemporary writing. Run long.....write more....10/10 Regards, pranab
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I shall overcome the smother and bother Of devil-filled and visionless cynics, And sit again on the throne of victory. Battle to win the race. words of powerful determination. God bless you to achieve your goals. tony