Two holes worn in floor
Bowed head, shaken hands, mixed tears
Crushed knees reveal light
Destroy our towers
Self exhortation brings death
Through rubble we rise
Admit to weakness
Strength is in chinks acknowledged
Known weakness builds might
Pride destines swift death
No one can survive alone
Confidence distracts
When eyes stop at nose
When no one else is vital
World blurs to nonsense
Trophies dust and rust
Last place assures victory
Glory more in friends
Acclaim: fading mist
Praise of men is temporal
Strive for the good fight
Good guys finish last
Ensure all can survive race
Bad guys end alone
From rags came hero
From heaven to homelessness
Servant rescues all
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