The one's who are
Meek and polite,
Those who resort to
Manipulation and deceit,
The one's who've won
All those who lost,
Those stayed in boxes
Those swore by lines crossed,
Ones who escalated fast
Those trailed slowly,
Some with their greatness sung
Some with their acts lowly,
The heads adorned with crowns
Then some's hung in shame,
Those's efforts manifested
Those who tried in vain,
After all is said and done,
Happens what?
To put to rest
every single traveller
Comes Death -
The one great leveller.
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