The bad

Although bad does happen i focus on the good I'm a fighter if i can't fight it physically then i fight it mentally, hiding the hint of cynical irony, massing it with the laughter and some friends sympathy. give up and let it win? Never. fight it till it gives in. until victory and defeat are best of friends in my hands crushed in my fist that I hold up with my orange diamond ring, looking down on my fallen enemies while there staring at me while I'm debating of the lesson learned in there defeat. What lesson should I teach them while the fight they lost, for their dead spirit they weep. But thats just the bad I fight physically mentally keeping my morality from self destruction while I blow my enemies mind in frustration for my will to live on surviving left them wondering why I ain't dying but the answer is simple no tears for crying cause I already got the victory its just disguising itself from the truth that if I endure my spirit will never die which leaves me alive. I cant say i never get weak or I never go down cause I do and I'm forced to look up and just hope that my will never gives up so at those times I remember this in hope there is a truth that doesn't lie and in that truth, for that truth I must rise. And when I rise up that is when victory is won.