... and then one more
last time.
He won't give up.
He can't give up.
He once gave up with
giving up
When he realised he
couldn't give up.
So he'll stride a
madman's stride
Into the future's
concrete wall.
His head will bleed on
each blow.
That his solid bone
Could match that solid
wall.
To break on through
To the possible world
Which waits for him
On the other
side...
That
must
be
waiting.
How many hits can a mind
take?
How many dead-ends?
Yet it takes what it has
to take.
And what it takes
It tells itself to take.
And it takes anything and
everything.
All must be taken.
But Hope shall remain.
As it always does.
Hope's a friend
That stays once again.
As it always does.
Always will.
Always must.
Again.
He never gives up.
He can't give up.
One last time...
Then more last times.
Until the day comes
When the last time
Is in the past, not the
future.
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