Pride

Clap for the master, shall we?

Lead in cheers for the almighty

The prevailing, the presumption

of failure strikes

the opposing weepful crew

Who won the folly?

Those who jeer and mock?

They reak of talent and fortune

but behold all that is

Unwilling, overcome by their desires

The Latter shows triumph

due to Care and Appreciation.

Their only loss?

To indecent strategic formations.

Clap for the master if you will

I shall praise the deserving

Candidates, the true winners

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