I must defeat god,
for that I run hard,
to get what not had,
even if the ways be bad;
not a battle this fought,
a war torn heart wrought,
mighty me defeat him even if wear,
to grab, conquer hearts here;
the end is near,
there is no fear,
despite the tear,
curses people smear;
predicted to loose all in this scuffle,
shan’t give up as this is how I shuffle.
Solitary Wanderer 