A blow from nowhere,
I'm swept clean from my feet,
And land dazed and confused...
...get up...
My enemy stares me down,
A disgusting creature he is,
He instills the fear of God into me...
...get up...
I quake beneath that fierce stare,
Fear and a lack of belief overcome me,
I drag myself away into a corner...
...get up...
My knees are held tightly to my chest,
Wicked yet tempting thoughts creep into my mind,
Yet I can still hear some faraway voice...
...get up...
I fear looking up from my knees,
I don't want to see my enemy's will-breaking stare,
But I need to know who offers me hope...
...get up...
I chance a half glance,
And am shocked to see the person who's standing there,
Offering me his hand and encouragement...
...get up...
The Big Man's shining light,
Blazes through the darkness of my enemy,
Maybe there's hope after all...
...GET UP!
I rise determined to my feet,
Having made an important choice,
That echoes the saying of old...
"I'd rather die on my feet than live on my knees."
Now that I'm up...
I'm going to fight...
Even if I die trying.
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