Come to me.
Come at me.
Push me, push me, push me.
Pull me down.
Drag me down.
Bend me, but I will not break.
This is my ground.
It's not much, but I mean to keep it.
I will stand my ground.
I am digging in.
I am in it for the long haul.
As long as it takes.
Whatever it takes.
By any means.
I pity you.
You have lost even before you have begun.
But that will not deter me.
My resolve is stronger than ever.
Look at my eyes, stone cold.
I will raze all Hell.
Come to me.
Come at me.
Come, bring it!

SCOTT DAVID BUCKLEY-(22/09/09/2012)

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