Through the darkness ages he has come,
He is unarmed in life – yet he rules by force.
He thinks he is alone – yet he is a majority.
Within him lies the secret to the future…
…He holds the key.
Quick to take – slow to give,
he shares with none – yet all share with him,
he loves goodness of the heart – yet kills for sport.
His speech is full of truth… but spoken with a forked tongue.
Given all – He took more than need,
given nothing – he asks why
forgive him – and he’ll do all of it over again.
“Who is he?” you ask… I, man – am he.
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