This thing’s not going away
He won’t ever be satisfied
till he strikes fear in the heart
of each and every citizen.
The reign of terror is upon us,
rode in on a chariot of lies.
No one believed it would blow up
so insanely out of control
but sure enough chaos is upon us
like a colossal ripe pimple
having reared its ugly head.
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
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