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| Pity the weak Throughout my life revenge was always a factor Taken at every chance and never left dormant Stepping over the weak, I joined the all powerful And crushed the ones below me Together with hate and vengeance I prospered. As death approached, I ran Afraid of what lie ahead. But in the end, it caught me, And now I lie among the dead, Powerless for my existence; Now I am weak. |
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