pounding
a thousand fists
to a tempo of tension
the irony fits like a glove
and our eyes glossy
faces beat red
like neon
lights
if this was the sound of our triumph
let it ring loud into the night
knowing that that night
will live forever
in our heads
let it ring
this vicious sound
of victory
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