By Brind Mittal
I have grown weak, broken
I used to stand strong, unfazed
Now I have been crippled
Down to my knees
Shattered like glass
Stabbed by my friends
Before my foes, all were the same
All were my enemies
Though my equals were none
Yet in defiance, denial some may say
I stand, with my conviction
And my refusal to kneel
For this night shall pass too
By Brind Mittal
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