If I'm unconscious I can cross the line.
The fevered murmur of an unsound brain.
The lizard did it; he seems to be fine.
A mind afflicted by such constant pain
Cannot be trusted. Look, he's moving now;
We haven't any choice, we have to try.
Did I ever imagine this was how
My life would end? Now, do you want to die,
Or do you want to live, and win this fight?
Of course not; but it looks like this is it.
If not for reason, do it just for spite;
We cannot let him win. It's all just shit,
I might as well; no better way to go.
It worked? I won? He was a worthy foe.
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