I
Eternal Father, so to speak,
Whose arm helps get us decent streak,
Who bidd’st the mighty urges deep,
As at the bay us warriors keep—
O hear us when we are reborn,
From those in peril watching porn.
II
O Strength that steels the weary soul,
When urges rage and take their toll,
Grant us the will to stand upright,
Cold showers taken every night.
With breath and focus, we withstand—
No fleeting lust shall rule this land.
III
O Flame of purpose, sharp and bright,
In meditations' silent light,
With iron forged in pain and sweat,
We chase no ghosts, we hold no debt.
Each sacrifice a stepping-stone
To power we claim as our own.
IV
O Morning Fire, that lifts our gaze,
With hearts that burn, not bound by haze,
In clearer minds and stronger frame,
We walk the path, we play the game.
Magnetic souls, with purpose worn—
No longer slaves to lust and scorn.
