Categories: Art, Poetry
Ascend to the righteous fold,
Or so he was told
Instead to be pushed far down,
And his dignity sold.
Time hastened a plan of revenge,
A chance to win
There by Manipulating their sin,
To his very hold.
Catching the words that were wanted,
He promised to give
All to those below and not to those who did
Stoked by his words they took up arms,
Killing the masters
Those who had reduced him to this,
Would meet death’s kiss.
The violence did not end so fast,
The war of the last
Fought until he was nothing but blood,
His victory lost among the mud.
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