Make the bad fade into obscurity
through shear willpower,
second-by-second,
hour-by-hour;
with grinding teeth
and gripping nails
that shriek on stone,
that make chalkboards pale;
forcing it to happen,
for the mountain to push back
with every ounce of muscle
and strength not to lack;
crushing the head
of the serpent that hisses
while making the lone protagonist,
survivor to be granted wishes;
and all of it happening
under the same false guise
in the land of unobtainable,
the mind's dreamscape, the non-surprise.
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