Resistance sprang up from nowhere like a psycho jack-in-the-box
And sucker punched me.
In the face.
Resistance has quite an arm.
Flying backwards through the smoke
Crash landing into a puddle
Ashes rain down
Meet my arch nemesis Resistance
His faithful minion is fear
He does not play fair. Villains never do.
Can’t win that way.
BUT he underestimates
Refined by fire
Strengthened by flames
Maybe sitting stunned in this moment
But only until the smoke clears
Already I see the flaw in his plan
What he thought might break me
Will in fact help to make me
But that’s what villains are for