Ruthless and blunt as a blast of cold air,
Heart of the predator, and a hawk-like stare,
With shivering tendrils of sonance you boom
Such harrowing prattle – You’re the captain I presume.
A cynical aura of elderly hate,
Looming and consuming, an unbearable weight,
From your grand stage you belittle all –
Make the world feel so small.
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