The masters fight
some to rule, some to right
So slaves rise up
to take their place
standing by the judgement cup.
Fools by nature, the fall of man,
They pressed too hard, bit the hand,
to wrong the ones who righted them.
Angered by this turn of tables,
the masters rise to retake their place,
and the slaves return from whence they were,
for their betrayal and vengeful table turns.
No inherent good,
from top to bottom, you have to choose,
wolves will rise, wolves will fall,
but lambs survive, protected through and through.
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