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The hostility toward me
Your hatred and lies
You hurled my name into the mud.
You anticipated that I would remain there.
Now that you are seeing me,
You are trembling and asking yourself
how I Survived your Lies.
Don't be surprised to see me active.
Your mud uplifted me.
Like dust, I rose.
You vowed to see me down.
You vowed to watch me suffer,
to see me beg for survival.
You did all you could,
to make enemies for me.
Little did you know that
not everyone trusted your lies.
They lifted me up, and life continued.
Like dust, I ascended!
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