They're twisted with the light side
For their own gain
For their own good
In their own way.
They came to bring peace
And drive hatred out,
Thought that's quite impossible
With the Sith lurking about.
Dark and light bring balance;
A balance they tip.
They're convinced that the galaxy
Has no need for a Sith.
I've mastered the evil,
Not twisted it to my demise.
I've played along with the Council,
I'm a Master of disguise.
Refuting all petty emotions
For the dark side's biggest reward;
Ultimate power-
You cannot ask for more.
Servants of the dark side
Don't work out of spite.
We're Masters of purity
Of monumental strength and height.
Unmarred after Bane;
It shall remain the same;
A pure dark side
Is a twisted dark side
That we use for our own gain.
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Not much else to say about this poem. I really think rehearsing a depressing play has gotten to me.
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