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The Tyrant
Ghosts fade in the wind
Savage beast with human skin
Sing and rejoice
As the king makes his choice
Children muted by fate
Bruises taint their small gait
Shadows play a cruel game
In a world without any shame
Dig a small grave
It is not for the brave
It's a tiny retreat
Let's call it a cheat
Fade in the wind
As the tyrant chooses once again
This poem is about:
Our world
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