For years the battle fierce has raged
My life consumed with onslaught dire
Blow by blow the war is waged
The tides of foes rise higher, higher
I have no comrades bound to rescue
I hear the steps of coffin’s draper
Surrounded now, I’m sinking into
The clutches of my foe – PAPER
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