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Tyranny digs its own grave
I met a tyrant going to the fair
I enquired may I taste your ware?
The answer I received took me little by surprise:
“You wear my colours, but cannot hide
your true hues that you keep inside
so I will throw you in jail
and lose the key.
While you scream and wail
my laughter will be heard
around the land
while you rot in this hell
for ignoring my command.”
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Wednesday 8th August 2018 8:40 pm
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