atop the pedestal composed of your fallen adversaries bodies.
claiming the sweet thick , viscuous honey nectar of revenge.
sweet delight to see them in virtual purgatory , as they burst into ashes in front of your eyes.
they never thought much of me..
they had always thought i was insignificant...
but i no longer care..
i will retain my self-respect and walk on through life with my head held high ,
whist using the skulls of cadavers as spittoons..
no longer...
if i have to walk through the life of victory alone then so be it.....
i am the victor now.....