Merciful rulers snap once bent too far,
With playful demons causing them to scar.
One can only last as long as they are due,
Since boundaries are meant to be adhered to.
Even greedy dictators and tyrants will fall,
They are still but humans at the end of it all.
Mercy and tyranny are the same coin,
For it takes a single flip to pick the opposite side to join.
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Demons and angels are constantly at work,
Deep within subconsciouses they lurk.
Walk the thin line that divides the sides with care,
Lest they lead you into the deepest pits of despair.
While angels may give you height,
You will burn from overexposure to such bright light.
So too will demons bring you immediate pleasure,
Before they will skin you at their leisure.
You are mere pawns in their game of chess,
Disposable at worst and amusing at best.
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Kings will surely fall from their throne,
If they lean too far to atone.
Children pay for the elders' sins,
With eternally bloodied fingers and shins.
Crazed eyes and devilish smiles,
Await those both sainted and vile.
The Underground has been named such for a reason,
It is the hidden land of sleight of hand and treason.
Even the unlawful have rules and stipulations,
Though they are unused in most situations.
So beware the Mercifuls' shortening fuse,
Berserkers do not often lose.