Invincible
I know you wanted me to fall,
Instead I arose from the ashes below.
You thought my death would come quick,
But yet I live to see you crumble... a magnificent sight I might add.
You thought you could destroy what your feeble hands did not create,
But your hypothesis was sadly misinterpreted by stupidity.
Tof think that you could ensnare my joy,
It is preposterous.
Why even try carry out mission when your quest has already been permanently delayed,
I am invincible.
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