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embers burn beneath my feet,

I push on, I fight,

the lashings are of no consequence,

this is life,

how many lives left: I dont know?

I guess its a matter of opinion,

 of how long I wish to endure

this existence

they will try to waterboard me,

they will try to drown me in my own tears,

they will try to intimidate with my own worse fears,

but instead, this stoic, will have his own vengeance,

by destroying their illusions of power with his own indifference,