Winners

They'll say we were winners. That we knew what we were doing, had a plan. They'll see the bodies and the turmoil and say, well, of course, they did what had to be done. In a hundred thousand million years, I would have done the same. If I had had the chance.

They'll call us leaders. What a people! What hoards behind, the hoards that do our bidding! We'll be showered with crowns although we'll have already brought our own. Nobody makes a crown like we do. They never make it big enough.

They'll call us defilers. But what do they know?! They'll say we built our lives on the lives and deaths of others. They won't be entirely wrong, but we will say they are. We will denounce them. We will ruin them all. They'll say we were right. They'll call us winners.