In the fires of defeat we are reborn again,
Like a meditational, painful, kind of Zen.
We lost this battle but not the war,
But on the side of victory you can't see what I saw.
Smash me into the ground, glory in my defeat.
I may be broken but I'm not beat.
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S'up. I'm Overskill, and I write fantasy stories and some very abstract poems. Read some.
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