by Kim Amor
He as be likened as God for his height,
That credits all merits in his account;
And sits by prominence that all seems right,
Keeping to rule over rulers to mount.
Also a sort of somewhat in nature,
The evilness that stands inside of him;
That compels the dark heart for its leisure,
To commit what have been banned to be dim.
But this double mask he has in his face,
One must be dominant for its title;
For there never is a spring in one space,
Has sweet and bitter flavor to bottle.
If he is not warm nor cold in his state,
He's insane being lured by his own bait!
Last updated November 10, 2016