An Observation made within Sam Spratt's "IX. The Monument Game" - In ruthless ascent, hearts we bruise Ambition's fire, heedless of what we lose Lofty peaks we strive to climb Each step forward, a soul left behind
A path unkind, where others fall A cry for help, a haunting call For in our race to grasp the crown Humanity's worth, forever drowned
Atop the summit, a hollow throne Where solitude reigns, and echoes moan Success tainted by heartless deeds Yields naught but barren, fruitless seeds
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An Observation made within Sam Spratt's "IX. The Monument Game" - In ruthless ascent, hearts we bruise Ambition's fire, heedless of what we lose Lofty peaks we strive to climb Each step forward, a soul left behind
A path unkind, where others fall A cry for help, a haunting call For in our race to grasp the crown Humanity's worth, forever drowned
Atop the summit, a hollow throne Where solitude reigns, and echoes moan Success tainted by heartless deeds Yields naught but barren, fruitless seeds
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