The ConquerorA Poem by NewWriterOldWorldSurrender now, Warrior Thy back is shattered in two. Soul remains, but your will crushed, No vitriol left to spew. Test your resolve, Firm up your grip, For this is your time to shine. Shortcomings real, Your Cowardice reigns, The City is now mine
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