You gotta stare into the enemy's eyes and let him know that he has met his match that nothing will be denied the one that won't be denied.

You have to make it clear to your opponent that there is no quitting you.

You have to make it known to him that no matter what he does, you serve a god greater than him.

That there's a power on the inside of you that makes you unstoppable.

That you are not scared to get in the ring to fight for what you want in life.

The flesh of the warrior's mortal and vulnerable with weaknesses,

with the mind and spirit inside the champion as a savage force of undeniable will.

That's fierce and violent to anything that threatens its own prison scarred and wounded.

The warrior not deterred.

He remains steadfast and unwavering fate to the god that lives within him.

Alone he fights, blinded by darkness, but still he moves forward,

outflanking out of a maneuver that hell attempts to conquer it with.

He gets bold and more aggressive with every step he takes toward greatness,

stuck a punch by life, light down to the match several times,

but he stretches for the ropes to climb out of the mouth of defeat.

Emotional jaw broke, exhausted with two black eyes,

gasping for air, nothing left in the tank.

The enemy's sure of victory till he heard him say,

I'm hurt, scarred, you're never ever break me.

Hurt, scarred, you're never ever break me.

Hurt, scarred, you're never ever break me.

Oh, even I broke it, oh, even I broke it.

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