the arena

fates warning

words of cunning

shinning stunning. men of grandeur

blinding

numbing

with winsome wiles in specious styles. speeches etching

rhyming

wrenching

men so shallow

stumble fetching

for words that maze

to clear their daze. calm in disarray. sinking day by day. hopeless never see

save what they believe. choices weakening

ever sinking. men are poisoned

into thinking

that they've a voice above their noise. spheres of disarray

worsened by the day. sadly led and fooled

without thoughts to rule.

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