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The Colleague

A Blissful day as I came upon my Throne,
My followers greeted me with smiles and stories,
As the sun sets on a lazy day, a cold sting filled my bones,
I replied, 'The Mistaken Righteous' as the followed worries,

On Mountain tops they sat in dismay,
Sneakily I pushed one on stage,
The superiors taunt to hang necks and watch it sway,
Wrongful! I kept silent to watch them feel the rage.

Months past as I strolled through my palace,
All I see are the carcasses and walking death,
My veil of smiles hides my malice,
Concealed the knives I will stick in their backs

A gloomy day, wet, but rainbows are near,
Sent a note of hardship and perseverance as my own,
Treasures presented to only me, from my premier,
The weapons I used to lengthen my throne!

Eyes darkened around, A timely death of some.
Stepped through my grace, a blight of your soul,
Lonesome but still my sight twinkle to harm,
My Crowns gets shinier while my sympathy get sold.

Atlast, at the peak! Years I have slaved.
Love? Friendship? Solace in the hours I have saved.
My destination! The darkest roads I have paved.
My Divinity. My Artifice. My Soul. My Grave.

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