All Hail The Underdog

If you ever do have the audacity to wonder why I've lived the way I have, stab yourself with a thousand thorns and you'll understand. If you ever do have the wisdom, to march right up to my life and say: "You're all wrong." carry the weight of the world on your way back. And then, when you come back and you still don't understand, then darling, sweetie, honey, tape your lips together and turn around. 

Because, you built a kingdom of civil wars and terror. Because, you threw around boulders after boulders after boulders, at the one person who sought to actually do something with their life. You pointed at them, and you said they wouldn't win, you said this pauper was too weak, and we all yelled: ALL HAIL THE FREAKING UNDERDOG. 

We're tired of you, and you, and you. We're tired of being caught in your typhoon, so we made our own. We're tired of being pushed down, so now we're pushing back up. And we'll yell: All hail the Goddamn underdog.