I climb across the ladder of hands that position themselves for me.
I pose as a martyr while standing on a stage of my crippled partisans.
They stack themselves upon each other in means of support,
Ignoring the blood cascading down their limbs.
I see myself among giants,
Ignorant to the view below.
In time, my votaries give;
In time I will fall.
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