Drenched in the days they'll rue of an innate nature,
Wicked men prowl through the ghostly streets;
Innocence caught in the quagmire of egos,
As reckless minds draw the final blood.
Amidst the cheers and deleterious silence,
Wisdom butchered in merciless growls;
Insanity regains its lost sheen
As jackals masquerade as saviors, delight.
"Arise, arise, oh ye triumphant lies,"
Out comes aloud the euphoric cries;
Tied to emotions they play the second fiddle,
Benighted, the tyrant men dig their graves.
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