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Resurgam


Descending down into the depths, driving

Every ounce of vital oxygen out.

My lungs shut down and I’m past reviving.

My vision blurs as my mind fills with doubt.

I can’t go back. Not now. I’ve gone too far.

The pain recedes as my consciousness fades.

I guess it is time to say “au revoir.”

I’m almost gone. Now, I won’t need your aid.

But I hit rock bottom and I choose to

Stand back up. You will not gain victory

Over me, Death! You will not only rue

This day but you will die in this story.

Death, you have lost your sting. You can’t control

Me. Fear hath no place. The parting bell tolls. 

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