I
People think, they prevail in strength, match wits;
until the next Bolas shows up and breaks the mould.
Strength is matched with more and beyond hits
there are greater stars and bullier covetous shits.
Find resolve, which is not in values and gold;
where significant others don't placate your fold.
True Heroes forged on battlefields, then fighting in pits.
II
Release your lust in power and wisdom, the gilded cage;
true prowess for servants of a servant, who ascent mundane.
People and civilisation, but a fleeting moment, burning sage;
today honour is chanted, tomorrow anarchy demanded stage.
Revolutions come after stability, order and Law, profane;
idle hands, which never saw toil nor terror, doomed to stain!
Only those, who given up strife, can negate the urging rage...
III
Superman walks beyond Good and Evil, then the tags of clerics;
scholars and senators, have yielded to your overbearing fruit.
Ambition makes virtues and contracts void – diplomacy staggering;
each wanton to rule the world, thinks himself worthy bragging.
No better poison, to corrupt a Soul, than show your want suit
your needs in the vision, you deemed perfection, defeat imbued.
Once slumbering at your laurels a new hero emerges for Avarice!
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