My convulsing mind throbs to the thought
Of the downfall my pride has brought
And sorrow fills my being with fire
That burns so intensely without tire
When I think of the things I did wrong
I know that I did them not to be strong
But rather to pass the gruelling test
To finally attain status of being the best
In my shadows eye do I see
All the things handed to me
And none of this will truly do
Until the day I rise above you
I will last that little bit longer
I will grow infinitely stronger
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