Phoenix
The phoenix rises from the ashes after it
was scorched by lower flames
It soared higher despite the smoke but all's
fair inside the game
Everyone is played within the game but we
must be a good sport
I ask why receiving no reply but who needs
the fake retorts?
We climb levels to new devils ready to face
what's bound to come
They try to bind us, so we struggle but those with
weak wills have never won
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