Pride
Clap for the master, shall we?
Lead in cheers for the almighty
The prevailing, the presumption
of failure strikes
the opposing weepful crew
Who won the folly?
Those who jeer and mock?
They reak of talent and fortune
but behold all that is
Unwilling, overcome by their desires
The Latter shows triumph
due to Care and Appreciation.
Their only loss?
To indecent strategic formations.
Clap for the master if you will
I shall praise the deserving
Candidates, the true winners
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