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I am brawn,

a thought no need,

to live so easily,

as she in on my sleeve.

Death is no ward,

see only as I do not speak,

of anything but such strength,

to prove that I am gold,

worth, how little I can,

much as a child,

without a sense of world,

anger is my muse.

I will achieve,

never falter,

until, the drugs wear off, 

until I feel again,

snuff out, what's true,

I'll keep living, as,

a giant, unstoppable,

as any man would.

On my final stand,

I'll look back,

shattering my resolution,

I made my birth from,

to finally let go of pride,

and fade away,

never to be remembered,

by such hollow brawn.