Tony trudges triumphantly on the treacherous trail,
While he willingly whistles with,
Feet fighting, in case his fight fails,
So somber his sound is, he slides around swift.
He hikes to the highest point before his hike halts,
Muddied boots mess with his mountainous mark,
His veins leak violent, he locks like a vault,
Certainly suffering, searching something that sparks.
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