That I am self-centred, to fill my coffers,
Surrounded by sycophants to blow my horn,
Our race was epic, spicier than the Vedas.
We raised our game to make Kurushetra a child's play,
You took my dignity, I took your sanity,
tit for tat, this for that, we took politics to dizzying heights,
I was in chains, you were behind bars.
We were neck to neck, shoulder to shoulder,
My swan song so sweet,
To put on a pedestal, to the petals showered by the plebians,
Sweet victory keeps on coming,
when you bow in humility to my lifeless cadaver,
my soul sees you as asking forgiveness.
I will clean the slate,
Now that I am a saint,
I will set a duel,
When I see you, in no time I will!
Guess, I'll win again!
Guess, I'll win again!
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