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Weren’t you the raging lion?
Manipulating an army of the unseen?
Slugging your verbal punches,
In front of anyone who’d read?
Weren’t you so popular?
You’d gladly pay any price.
Gladly target one of the remaining,
And make them your sacrifice?
Weren’t you the raging lion?
You’d manipulate anything for your pride,
You needed to keep their attention.
To keep pathetic hunger satisfied,
You’re aggression was ridiculous,
Your absurd need to involve all.
You should be ashamed strangers know,
Every weakness you can recall.
Weren’t you the raging lion?
In front of the screen you were so tall
Your pride was your minions,
A legion with no depth at all.
You targeted me with strangers,
And went in for the kill.
How proud you must be,
How wonderful you must feel.
Express it all in fury,
As if you’re wisdom’s sage.
You push your faults on others,
You should act your age.
Weren’t you the raging lion?
Milking every resentment for your own greed.
Weren’t you the center of attention?
The Self-pity epitome?
You portray yourself as a lamb,
All the while hiding in shadows.
When in reality, you’re the thief,
The devious mind who fabricates war.
Draw your legions forth, be as artistic as you like.
Time is running our, for your misdeeds are too great.
Your pride can see you for what you are:
A Machiavellian mind hungry for hate.
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