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43 Samaritan II Ah Death! You the raging coward, You the one engaged in A duel with rules Fashioned after your tradition, Tailored without objectivity. How bizarre you are: You take your time Feeding fat while starving Your prey, or else If not illness The surprise tactic you resort to When least your opponent expects, The gong to begin is sounded, Again by one of your siblings And “wam,” crushed in An accident as monstrous As you look. Across the Styx you row Excited over one more victim. Some day you will be unmasked And your nightly hood forever Ruined; your sulphurous appearance Exposed. You wonder why I fight? ‘Cos I have nothing to lose Twice and more to me you’ve Proven yourself victor – player and arbiter See you again, this under-the-belt jab You’ve given me Ah, now the lion roars no more And hyenas yap in his wake 44 And in vain desecrating his essence Alas to you I owe gratitude That now the appearance of mediocrity I know Alas thank you That now I know what envy can sow, And the double faces are uncovered Thank you I understand the harvest of defeat And the bearing of evil now I know But after all the slander After the betrayal The truth remains towering As all else crumbles with temporal revelation. ...

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