Masterplan

The
candle
grows
dimmer

As my
patience
wears
thinner

Whilst
I wait
for the
steel
to bolt

My
temper
a simmer

As
you
think
you’re
the
winner

Yet I
plan my
peasants’
revolt

Independence

Looking
into the
void

Lives
destroyed

But we
will never
give in

Minds
annoyed

Hearts
unemployed

Yet hopeful
we can
still win

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