A fortress of sticks blockades my way.
Mud engulfs my sinking boots.
Sand as a storm succumbs my sight.
Ravaged. I am trailed by brutes.
Spite. I am happy now.
I've uncovered my space.
Though beasts surround.
Not a tear wets my face.
Something has happened.
I do not understand.
Tolerance for pain.
A heavy hand.
My foe has been shifted.
To one I know well.
Though abased on this rock.
I am prone to the fell.
The enemies eye's pervade mine. Own.
I am at a loss.
Judgment in a glance.
Preceding the decided stone toss.
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