I tell them all — I stumble, I fall,
Not a hero, not holy — just giving my all.
My first time on Earth — no one showed me the way,
But when I clash with you — the nails drive and stay.
I breathe out fire, my words detonate,
Why all this fury? Perhaps it’s fate.
I twist the signs, I shift the track,
Walking through life — my color is khaki black.
When all around is war and fear,
I aim from behind, my mind stays clear.
And when your bullets pierce me through,
I write in blood — and melt with dew.
At dawn I fade in morning’s light,
Becoming a ghost in a secret fight.
Overcoming
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