In shadows deep, where darkness thrives,
Lies James Jordan, corruption's guise.
His tendrils spread, like poison's art,
Sowing deceit in every part.
A puppet master, cunning and sly,
He weaves a web, where truth shall die.
With promises false, he veils his scheme,
A wolf in sheep's clothing, so it seems.
The fruits of power, his heart devours,
As justice withers, under his powers.
Oh, James Jordan, your deeds betray,
The trust we placed, now swept away.
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