A little faith is needed And a bit of quiet loyalty to make it through the rough times while cursing out your deity.
But from your knees shall you rise like a phoenix from it's ashes and cease to be a hunter's prize
But what pulls you up? A word from a friend? Maybe the very knowledge that this is not the end.
So, rest your weary head on the broad back of Atlas as he carries the world as it turns on it's axis