His Victory
he is a nightmare that i'm forced to live
even in my dreams
when he stands beside my 'friends'
and they laugh at his joke
that are aimed like a cannonball at me
i tell my heart that i'm brave
but even then he swings back my knife back at me
now there's nothing i can do
even if i stand up against his injustice
either way victory is reserved for him
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