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Thought we had the world in our hands

Turned out it was only a pebble

Thought we were kings of the world

Turned out the pawn and the king end up in the same box

The world at our feet

The masters of our own destiny

We had been dealt winning hands

We failed to realize the game was rigged

We played for the small victories

Relishing each one

We reveled in our self-delusion

Better than to face the reality

We donned our masks

Played our parts; held up the facade

Thought it’d all be worth it

Condemed to be free

We faced death on our terms

And in it we found our victory