The battle ignites. He, the system, rules.
I stumble in tangled paths,
steps bent by His weight, failures tallied.
He commands—victory, no mercy.

Deadlines tick like mines,
tuition wails—a toll to survive.
Tasks pierce like arrows.
I crawl through exams,
pen trembling, will steeled.

Tears and sleepless nights,
forged into His soldier,
answering His call.

I long for the final dawn.
When the battle falls silent, no shadow lingers.
They’ll see scars,
never the nights I bore alone.

Graduation is no victory—
just a hollow truce,
a paper shield bought with debt.

Dawn exhales.
Paths twist. He waits—
new soldiers march on,
ghosts of the fallen at their heels.
The battle knows no end.