He came from a place where the dust danced with the wind,
A small house on the edge of the land,
Where meals were scarce, but hope was plenty,
He dreamed of a life where he’d have more than enough.
He worked through the nights, while others slept,
Pushed through the days, with sweat on his brow,
Rose to the top, from nothing to something,
With pockets full, and pride in his chest.
But as the riches grew, so did his shadow,
He forgot the struggle, the hunger, the grind,
The boy who once knew the taste of hunger,
Now feasted on power, with vengeance in mind.
He looked down on those who once were his kin,
With eyes full of pride, he turned his back,
He thought he had won, thought he had it all,
But he was blind to the fall waiting in the dark.
He sought revenge on those who doubted,
Paid them back so heartless, left them in dust,
But the more he gained, the less he had,
For in his heart, a void had formed, swallowing trust.
One day, it all came crashing down,
The wealth, the fame, the power he craved,
Left standing alone, with nothing but regret,
He realized too late, the price he had paid.
He lost the love that once kept him warm,
The friends who had stood by his side,
And as he looked at the life he had built,
He saw it was empty, nothing to hide.
Now he walks with his head bowed low,
A lesson learned, but at what cost?
For in his quest for riches and revenge,
He forgot the man he once was, and all he lost.
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