Song of the Defeated

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You wish for me to fall,

You wish for me to fail,

You wish for me to die,

You wish for me no avail.


Period of success,

That I should have.

Period of riches,

The fall is cut in half.


I shall not give up,

I shall begin to strive.

For once in my life

I shall live and not just survive.


You wish to see me crumble,

You wish to see me sin,

You wish for me to cease,

You wish for me to never win.


My heart is broken,

That much is true.

But I shall not forget

How much pain you threw.


You flawed being,

You self-righteous fool.

I am nothing anymore

Except for your humanely tool.


You wish for me to lie,

You wish to see me lust,

You wish to see me steal,

You wish my pride to bust.


I shall have some fun,

I will not lie.

The only thing I wish for

Is to see your body die.


I shall not fail,

That much I can say.

Your face in horror

As the blade shall slay.


You wish to see me lose,

You wish to see me in tatters,

You wish to see me go mad,

You wish my mind scatters.


A smile on my face,

Mocking in nature.

I shall learn how to deal with life,

That and my extensive nomenclature.


So here I go out of the building,

Refusing to look behind.

For you I shall go without a second thought,

Just another body for others to find.

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