Someone in my life has stepped too far.

In my place, now you stand.

Your shadow casts on my new stance.

From deceit and cunning you climb.

Decaying pillars of trust that bear you.

Soon you'll fall from your own fault.

The pillars will crumble, you'll follow precedence.

Hold your chin high for now.

I'll await your crowning glory.

In time, I will expect retribution.

For you cannot prevail. 

The End

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