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63 Pretenders to the Throne And in the heat of this hour I look at all the ado gone sour I wonder at humankind’s sense of priority A bizarre notion of true value, How warped our sense of worth! I see pretenders to scholarly thrones Iagoan in their effort politicians to turn, I see those the “ignorant” to nurture Themselves worse than any plague, Yet parading as masters of the hour. I cannot help but wonder At the cavities they amount to Sons of darkness, manipulating Idle minds in search of a hero To free them from their woes. That you will stand and curse like a god That you slander and fawn in the same breath To be schooled yet so uneducated Thus proven by vicious Hypocrisy What a wasted mind, and so dangerous As in your rant you destroy In the guise of cultivating A true Beelzebub, Lucifer’s number One. Today your true nature you may hide In that reeking philanthropy But time, time! Forever darkness may seem to rule With shadows conjuring apparent wholesome shapes Time alone will usher in dawn And open this can of worms. ...

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