The pouring rain, turning the world into a muddy quagmire

It yields no respite for him, that which is much obliged to struggle on

Though many which he had come to call his friends had fell, victims to the hellfire

Still he marched, knee deep in the mud, and prayed he'd be there to see dawn

It is such that I have obtained my wealth, through hardship and death's piercing stare

It such that I guard it, for I have won that privilege through my strife

I stand, still victorious
Triumphant and glorious
Oh how well,
In that hell,
Would you fare?

~Im ready to accept your terms if surrender Rosey Darling ParadiseFruitCake ~