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The Tyrant
Come down he has
-the tyrant of nighmares.
He curses and swears;
at budding brutes he stares.
Contemplating their potential,
ensnaring them little by little.
He's gotten excited
-he's foaming at the mouth.
"This one's an angry one!"
"That one's a dangerous one!"
"This one's manipulative!"
"That one's just plain scary!"
The children he adores
-those crawling on all fours.
When they grow up,
his heart turns to stone.
Ugly, ugly ducklings;
selfish, selfish souls.
He's gotten angry
-the tyrant with the devil's horns.
"You're grounded!"
They've gotten away
-run from the tyrant, far away.
Failed them he has,
the tyrant of nightmares.
At night he shivers
-tormented by dreams that sour.
Discovers he does
-the plight of the misunderstood.
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