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Pyrrhic
Pyrrhic you
And your victory that is
Mate
An enemy awaits and the
War grinds on
You can stand and cheer and except
All the praise and the medals
Of those misled smiles beneath
You can gloat all you want but remember
Remember Pyrrhus
At least he knew the score right off
He didn't bask and roar
Unlike you
Mate
You gotta climb down off there soon
See what comes
What aid
The armour of rose petals and boasts
Grants you
By: Daniel Smallegange
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