February 15th, 2009, 9:36 A.M ~ 7th Place, 2 Votes.
When the rain is pouring down hard on the streets,
I will walk out, hold my arms open and raise them to the sky,
And cry out to the lightning streaked sky in victory,
You are yet to bring an end to me.
Go ahead and try to stop me.
I am yet to be defeated.
