The Final Comeback. 

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

Him wrong.

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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