His task
so simple
anyone could have done it
but he
oh no not he
for flim fhlam was his game.
Blowing smoke
lies built greatness again.
Words flow with passion
words that they need to hear
thinking that easily done
would be to curb his passions dear.
Chains snapped
whips crack
eyes wide open in horror
for they had been wrong
so very wrong
about how he would play.
A new king arises
enslaving the world
he showed his true colors
when he deviated from the path.
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