Poem To The Worst

With Draconian severity

I seldom dole out charity

Vengeance for the sleeping

Silence for the weeping

Beggars cloaked as theives

Are seen with eagle-like clarity

The future is eager and ripe for the making

With two hands, patiently. Patiently.

-Kimmuriel

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