The stars said to me,
“Arise, young great,
Destiny is with you
And fate is your puppet”.
Destiny was with me
And fate was my pet.
I went on to fight
And I was the best bet.
I had slain each one
And all were on death bed,
When the morning star aroused
And the stars of night had shed.
Well past the next day
But in a peculiar way.
I on one hand was the victor,
On the other, the most abhorrent sinister.
The greats graded me top,
The tabloids showed me victor.
The hapless hated my strokes,
And considered me a traitor.
They pointed out to me
That we all had blood stained red.
Then why am I alive?
And why were they slain dead?
“Arise, young great,
Destiny is with you
And fate is your puppet”.
Destiny was with me
And fate was my pet.
I went on to fight
And I was the best bet.
I had slain each one
And all were on death bed,
When the morning star aroused
And the stars of night had shed.
Well past the next day
But in a peculiar way.
I on one hand was the victor,
On the other, the most abhorrent sinister.
The greats graded me top,
The tabloids showed me victor.
The hapless hated my strokes,
And considered me a traitor.
They pointed out to me
That we all had blood stained red.
Then why am I alive?
And why were they slain dead?
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