You never bend or break
from refusing to forsake,
the standards thus held as true
even if making others so intensely blue.
With eyes possessing steel in their stare
a warning to all they should beware,
for compassion is not a part of your goal
ever inflicting a will with relentless toll.
There is a madness in that steady gaze
ravenously searching for wrongful ways,
striking nightmarish pain with such writing aid
oh merciless coin succubus of a meter maid!






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