In palaces

Laps of luxury

The fester 

Putrefying while still alive

They, the flotsam of humanities waves

Cast aside by our communal will

Yet

Remain they do

Spreading their stench in every act

Destroying freedom 

Crushing resistance

Thinking they are supreme

Assuming victory, forcing the world to bow

Instead

They are merely marking the minutes

In ever more horrendous acts

Until their own downfall

For no matter the man

Our own humanity will rear its head

And demand its due

One way or another

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