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The will that triumphs is a will manufactured. Who does what to whom?
Disturbing others stabilized his fragile self. But fresh meat was scarce.
Always performing his breathtaking competence left him quite the fool.
He is so elite, and must find peers of substance. He knows his value?
Divide and rule needsgreedy ignorance to thrive—let the birds return.
Foul is the new fair says the highest of cultures. Swim in the filth pond.
Ensconced in his dream,the king stokes his fat bellyand plays with his shit.
Speak not of the creepbut consume what he provides—oh, to be elite.
To always be rightdemands a torrent of words—no moon on the pond.
The petard that hoistshas the eternal victim.What tale will he tell?
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