The reckoning approaches
As darkness encroaches
Like black winged scavengers borne
From turbulent shadows
That creep across meadows
This chilly and ominous morn
The mood is unsettled
When endlessly nettled
By loss to the fiends we allow
To sit in high places
And judge with smug faces
We must demand recompense now!
Are You Reading Me?
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