Wickedness sits seemingly long in the tooth, but all comes to an end in due time.
I give you the sword doubled edged and sharp
Beware for fear it runs you through
The dual blade was tempered thrice over too
Impossible to deny as it pierces the heart
I carry weapons that leave no pain or gash like wound
A pointed end
Designed to defend the forthright and true
You may come off victorious if you know what to do
If not
Your haughtiness will more or less
Be pulled deftly and undeniably apart
Much like your carefully constructed con
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