Poem Twenty

Twenty years since that fateful day, where all
Went to bloody hell! The entire building,
Everything destroyed. That bastard, Machiavelli!
Nay, not a bastard. The term’s too good for’im.
Troublesome, yeah, but worst of all . . . he is
Young and doesn’t know the consequences for his actions.

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