Seven Times Seventy, I Still Rise. 

seven times seventy,

i still rise;

though the target is cut

into my back

and my strength seems to be

dwindling,

though the thorns in my side

have come alive

and the dark days

have come back to devour,

i keep moving,

marching on,

pressing through,

to claim what is rightfully mine.

my father sits on a throne

so i am heir to a king;

The King.

the fall comes at a price that he has paid

again and again

seven times seventy,

i still rise.

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