You can hide
From my gaze
But your conscience
Can never erase
Our memories
Will leave
their indelible trace
Different faces
Different names
You are all
Just the same
Wear wolves
Can, never
Ever be tamed
Dressed as protectors
To humanity, a shame
So nemesis is,
Catching up with you
No soothsayers or deities
For you to run to
And your end
Will be painful too
So run my friend
From your miseries
Your seeds of destruction
Are blooming as trees
And here I laugh
Tears streaming
down my cheeks
No! I am not crazy
But yes! Relieved
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