Though grief stricken and laid low,
Marked by purple stamps
In the fiery black realms of trial
I have conquered despair
Through facing it till I figured it out
Resilience kills
All that is deadly becomes immune
Resist in the midst of the storms
Like a galleon in tempest tide
When you come by, now I ignore the snare
I beat my drum and march my march
Brave and brazen in the midday
The mos lost and desperate I come back
To port, home, hearth
Even among the heathens and lowlands
Even to highlands and see the sights of prophecy
It's all time, the secret to survival.

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