Blood on the ground, pages torn down, ripped from the book that was written for me, one, two, three, four, more and more, pages thrown in the air, three at a time, four to be sure, I struggle as I’m subjected to sickness, my pride a lie, I sin, I give in, yet I strive to survive, I suffer for another, my purpose lost in the pages, blood on the ground, pages torn down, ripped from the book that was written for me…