You try and march towards a goal that never will be won.
But you march and march, until that goal is done.
Just close your eyes and wish for your world to go away.
But guess what? The world will never listen, it will never obey.
The world just hates, and tries to make you a disgrace.
It prosecutes, it rapes your character , and puts you in your place.
It will not stop, so why should you?
It does not care for what you gone through.
The beast will never rest its monstrous form.
Its hate will rise like a deadly storm.
So march and fight till your last deadly breath
Let the world remember your martyrish death.
No one will shame you for fighting the beast.
Even though that you will end up deceased.
You will gain no praise from the anyone once you die.
Not even your own mother will cry.
None of this hardship will not stop you at all.
Let the people know you tried to climb and impossible wall.
Scream out your name as if you have claimed victory.
Show the beast that you have no pity.
Die with the smile, and determination in your eyes.
Let you trying to win be your prize.
Then no one can speak ill of your life.
Even though it was ended by the beasts knife.
You tried when everyone refused to go.
You alone took on this murderous foe.
Be proud that you tried your best.
As you march toward your lonesome quest.
You found something to die for.
This the beast will never ignore.
You took it on, now the beast is afraid.
Others will come and take up your crusade.
All because you decided your own fate.
