Standing my ground, pulling swords from the hill behind me

Hope and love are the only magic granted to me. It's what keeps me from giving up. Victory and success are no close friends of mine...but as long as I don't give up neither are defeat or failure.

The hill is the infinite world inside us all. Don't forget that the mind and body is all we truly have. Maybe there's a God but we're still trapped in our minds. Maybe there's no God but we're still trapped in our minds.

Tell these bast**** in our mind trying to kill us that we're not trapped in there with them, they're the ones who are trapped in here with us and they'll be obliterated down to their very scraps if they don't learn to play by the rules. The rules we set for our mind and body. That is our space not theirs. I sit inside my own mind waiting for them to try strike me down from my mind palace. F*** them. If I do not forfeit. If I do not retreat. They will never win and I will never lose.