With stomach achingly empty,
And eyes heavy with not-quite drowsiness,
He recognizes his momentary impotence.
“To gain, once more, an upper hand,
We watch him climb.
Pulling himself towards superiority
With ropes of stimulants and faux confidence.
“They will break, as they always do.
It’s then we will see him fall,
Grasping at any and every thing.
“Let him, watch him die.
He’s not of the breed to survive.
Let’s hope him to fail,
He cannot be allowed to survive.
“What we’re watching thinks his self a god,
In days past, we’d have crucified him
For his crimes of pandering.”
Exhaling dominance with each inhale of hatred,
He gains foothold after foothold,
Staving off exhaustion with drive.
In reaching the peak, he will then watch them fall.
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