Orange Rot
Fraud lord marching with an orange smoothie mind
Every step he takes leaves shattered order behind
Power in his grip and he bends it to his will
Nothing in his path has the strength to make him still
Shadows twist around him when he moves through the night
Any truth that rises gets erased from sight
He keeps on advancing with a cold relentless stride
Walking through the wreckage like the world already died
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