Do you believe
You can earn
In my eyes fear
After all machinations
Any hope you nurture
To see my shade go darker
Though frail my figure
Do i look fragile
That in your quest for power
You lust to overpower
With your gaze with your grin
With your invisible stick
No ordinary art
That only tyrants knew.
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