I met them, in droves they came
As cattle with a head for grass
With evil pleasure I watched them chase
Their tails asunder, their heads apart
I stood not with butcher's knife
For though to pulp I could reduce their ploys
Though I could scheme, I preferred to watch
And get amusement from my new toys
From them who played and hoped and were blinded
Sources of inspiration anew I found and formed
With these hands and in this mind
By pen I unleashed the demon born
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