Chosen defeat

Conquering half the world, never lifted me,

Being victorious never felt good.

Looking at the defeated,

ashamed I felt.

Undefeated, mighty, victorious ,

No words suited my feeling.

Abashed Blistered, Daunted,

Well suited me.

Drinks on me , and jokes on them,

Friends who got decimated.

What a victory,

if one has to celebrate it on friends.

Can understand , enemy weren’t stalwart,

Than were the friends.

Can understand, friends weren’t credible,

Than were the nemesis.

Fought everyone, defeated everyone,

Victory is just a mockery.

Throne matters as matters the truth,

One who won really needs the soother.

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