19: Reincarnation

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Reincarnation

I fought a battle,
Without an armor.
I spat my anger,
They hear me roar.

I break all glasses,
They’re easy to mess,
Like weak vases.
I couldn’t care less.

I stood like a superior.
I see every error.
I am called an emperor,
‘Til they ruin my role.

I dropped in the mud.
I felt how it’s cold.
I lost the courage I hold.
I am no god.

My rue gritted.
My cruelty cured.
My probity vibrated.
I am reincarnated.

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