Call me a hypocrite or phoney if you like.
It didn't make me feel any powerful either.
Sometimes, one has to make small sacrfices like this.
A lame attempt. I know. And pretty childish too.
To have that one thing I asked for.
It's only a chink in your armour.
For a small chink to me, is a big disappointment to you.
Next time round, I'll ask my men to beat them to pulps.
For now, let me sigh a relief.
I know, you are that compatriot.
Whom willed along with me when the going gets tough.
It stabbed my heart with guilt for wishing otherwise.
Brother,
Am so sorry. Your men lost in a great fight that day.
Alas, we get to keep the record for 1 more year.
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