Commendation
Again from the shadows
Rises that scoundrel
Riding on envy
Armed with naked cynics
Dedicated not to betray
The Lord of hatred
For he is ordered
To scoff the adore
Yet he is unsure
About the shine that still hold
Eternal is the nature’s mystery
What comes in its way, becomes history.
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