He can play with words
He can even slay with them
He thinks high
But only of himself
You do not know him
But you owe him
He is the king who knows no father
All that bad that is out there
He was the target
He is the victim
Whosoever told him the truth
He jumped on him
Like a mouse in danger
Otherwise happy to nibble away
Anything that is good or bad
He lives under his own pity
He licks his wounds to keep them fresh
He who do not want your respect
He who only wishes for your sympathy
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