Shot all over,
Pulled and dragged on a floor of broken glass,
Punched on the head , and struck on my chest,
Tongue bunt with a rod, so I couldn’t pled,
This is too much for me to bear.

Shot all over,
Dragged myself on the floor so I could go away,
Limbs were chopped off, so I couldn’t move,
I bled, externally and internally I bled,
This is too much for me to bear.

Shot all over,
Blood, pain, tears, but I will be fine.
Death knocks, world dark,
And wherever I am, land of dead or living,
I will be fine.

Shot all over,
Strength, grace peace,
Pain kicks, I rise,
And as I dwell in the land of the living,
I will always be fine.

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