Days has gone yet
not even a word
from my soliders'
O
hope must not set lose
winning will i win
my soliders' has not
return yet this day
must not pass me by
i must win
winning winning winning
poverty has eaten up
my soliders' hearts
how can i win?
Corruption and angryness
shows-up from no-where
but still this day
shall not pass me by
i must win
winning winning winning
bring me treasure so
that i can win
bring me food so
that my soliders can
eat even though they
hate me no-man
hate food
i give all to
you just to let
me win this day
shall not pass me by
i must win
winning winning winning
my soliders now look
confuss not knowing
what to do
yes win i must
how can i be
sure of winning when
my soliders only
believe in my treasure
winning winning winning
i have won not
by merit but by
treasure
my soliders seeks for
change but believe me
its too late
i'm now a captian
winning winning
i have won.
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