Let others tally their trophies —
What good’s keeping ledgers of skin?
You didn’t just take territory:
You wed the chaos within.
All those before you? Mere tourists
Who came to take shots at the sights.
But you — you dug for the gold here,
And found it, and brought it to light.
So claim it, name it, and own it.
For that’s no plunder — it’s vow.
You’ve conquered my terra incognita,
And that is your altar now.
Let others tally their trophies...
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