The poor,

The weak,

The lame,

The awkward,

And the unknown.

Embrace it well while you can,

This hell you're in,

This bitterness you feel,

At your simple existence,

Beneath it all.

Embrace it when you're stepped on,

Embrace it when you lose the game,

You tried so hard but you failed,

Embrace it, the sadness building in your stomach,

Embrace it, the tears welling up in your eyes.

Do you feel it?

Deep within,

Beneath the delusion of winning,

Beneath the struggle of achieving?

That emptiness in your soul,

The heart-wrenching hunger?

This the underdog does well,

And this the heavens are willing to notice,

When the hunger consumes a loser,

It must be satisfied.

This the underdog does well,

The pure desire to succeed,

Creates an unfathomable force,

A force the heavens can indulge.

The underdog,

When the obstacles are overcome,

The world will remember,

Hand raised in dominance,

The world will recognize,

When success is achieved,

The heavens always rejoice.