Knowing my defenses are all worn out.
The rise of a cymbal.
The silence defeated by the battle roar.
A single gong resounding.
Igniting the fire in me again.
Visions of angels.
A spiritual awakening.
We fight our battles.
We don’t always win.
But we try.
Try because living is for a reason
and an extension to the rims of glory.
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