Poetry

Rise

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It was a free for all
The way they picked at your flesh
How  they pissed all over you
They thought you were weak
Because you hid your pain with a smile
While waging a war against vices
That is how you ended up with a crown on your head
Sweat in your pores
You can take cracks from whips
And poisonous words
Doesn’t matter how many times you’ve fallen
Doesn’t matter who you let break you before
You take command
Fight your enemies
And conquer

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