Adversary
The antihero speaks.
I am the adversary.
Villainous knaves be wary.
Ethics are arbitrary.
Karma is null.
Impetus is imprudent.
Never detached or truant,
I’m a forgetful student
lost in a lull.
Sorry, all cells are final,
zipped into night-black vinyl.
End of a putrid spiral;
start of a rise.
Wrecking ball chain reaction.
Saccharine satisfaction.
Antiseptic transaction.
Insights incise.
I a…
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