Last Laugh
They laugh under their sleeves,
as they destroy you,
trumpling you on the ground
like dirt. They laugh visibly
because they think
it doesn't make a difference
if you know their schemes
or not,
for your life is in the balance.
They scorn you
when it starts raining;
the dirt on your clothes
and skin turn to mud.
"The gods have forsaken you!"
they shout.
Little do they know the rains
are fuelling your inner spark,
that has always been with you.
Slowly rise
like a phoenix from the ashes,
as the rains clean your
body and clothes.
The rains turn the ground
to a flood. You levitate.
They drown,
as they look at you with shameful
eyes.
You laugh last.
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