Extrinsic forces, embattled on all fronts No more choices, attacked all at once Surrounded on all sides, Of food and peace bereft A poisoned arrow flies, towards his last defence. Though he fall, He will not be cast down. He will rise, he will rise He will stand. Daily battles, trouble everywhere Terror in the night, nauseating fears. Permeating sickness, Ravaged life from limb Odds are stacked against, To ever walk again.