I was adhered to change,
To conquer a vastness of possibilities.
I've travelled in leagues of strives,
To surpass the turmoil of failures.
On my grimy wings sparkled hatred,
Illusions for enemies' deceptions.
They shall see me flutter but cry,
Discerning words utterly blasphemous.
Ignorance fated them as being worse,
Condemned to the abyss of sins.
Many a times they'd wished for my fall.
But such wishes I always recall,
As balloons placed amidst thorns.
An agglomeration of failed efforts,
Mounted upon their silly get at hope.
They shall dream of their success,
Savouring its salient flavour of satisfaction.
Only to face bitter reality when it's due.
Songs of victory they have sung,
Annotated on how they have won.
Enemies and their songs of shame,
Adorned brightly with drums of wails.
No matter how much they've tried,
The plots they plotted or the tries they mounted,
Tell them I am the golden child of fate
And I shall excel regardless of their hate.

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