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Lord_Suston
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It Wakes me up in the middle of the night, that feeling in the base of your spine and the pit of your stomach. Wherever or whatever you train for you feel it, deep inside, awake and clawing at you.
It doesn't let you rest during a set or even between sets. You hear it, it screams at you when you are hurting and the pain envelopes you. The pain of muscle fibers being tested is nothing compared to pain you feel by not pushing yourself.
It makes you push on after you have stumbled and fallen. It makes you get up after passing out and thowing up. It make you realize you have more blood to spare, there is more of you to give.
As you look up from the Bar, Stone, Tire you feel the sweat and blood drip off you and you look around. That elictricity you know isn't felt by others, the stare in horror. In shock the stray away from you and whisper behind your back. They ridicule you and laugh at you cause the know they could never have enough conviction to do the things we do.
The don't hear it, they will never know it, It is the CALL.
The CALL; you can feel it when your body is gonna break yet your spirit pushes one.
You can taste it when the sweat and blood drip over your body and you like it.
You can hear it when the your own scream sound like music when you hear that bar bend.
You can see it when start to blackout and at the end of the tunnel you can only see your goal.
You can smell it when acrid stench of vomit is coming out of you but the smell of the kill is closer at hand.
Do you Hear it? Do you have it? Answer it, for it is the CALL
It doesn't let you rest during a set or even between sets. You hear it, it screams at you when you are hurting and the pain envelopes you. The pain of muscle fibers being tested is nothing compared to pain you feel by not pushing yourself.
It makes you push on after you have stumbled and fallen. It makes you get up after passing out and thowing up. It make you realize you have more blood to spare, there is more of you to give.
As you look up from the Bar, Stone, Tire you feel the sweat and blood drip off you and you look around. That elictricity you know isn't felt by others, the stare in horror. In shock the stray away from you and whisper behind your back. They ridicule you and laugh at you cause the know they could never have enough conviction to do the things we do.
The don't hear it, they will never know it, It is the CALL.
The CALL; you can feel it when your body is gonna break yet your spirit pushes one.
You can taste it when the sweat and blood drip over your body and you like it.
You can hear it when the your own scream sound like music when you hear that bar bend.
You can see it when start to blackout and at the end of the tunnel you can only see your goal.
You can smell it when acrid stench of vomit is coming out of you but the smell of the kill is closer at hand.
Do you Hear it? Do you have it? Answer it, for it is the CALL
