A little Akatsuki fanpoem because I was bored and I wanted to rhyme something.
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They slip from the morning all clad in
the clouds,
In the dim light of dawning they tread
and tread proud,
But why hold up their heads?
For they're ruined and dead,
And their uniform cloaks are already
their shrouds.
They fall and they fall hard wherever
they fall
With the grins slipped or frozen or not
there at all,
And their dreams are all gone
And they never were one;
Only mismatched ambitions and one
Leader's thrall.
And not one man among them has one
scrap of faith
In that one man they know as a shadowy
wraith;
Their dignity's through,
But what else would they do
Except struggle their lives on the edge
of disgrace?
They've god and they've art and they've
wealth and they've greed
And they've hunger to kill and they've
hunger to feed
And they've got nothing else
Besides, each one, himself,
And although they've direction, none
knows what he needs.
As dawn breaks the morning, its harsh
sunlight pale,
Each skewed, broken man will strike and
will fail.
At the end of the game,
It's just what they became:
They're nothing but monsters, and
justice prevails.