Always screaming 'cause I'm suffering so. Life's done never such a terrible blow. The bag I'm in is just a sack o'woe. . Misery, company and I'm feeling low.
Weak aside - no place for those our struggle. Leaves behind. Our Lord won't tolerate those whom through. Attrition fall. . We must dominate!. . With iron through our veins and a will made so elite.