Gabe Meadow

Promise of A Defeated Villain

You drove me from my destined path.
You must be ready to face my wrath.
Time to remind you I am not weak.
I assuredly shall give you the death that you seek.

My machines will crush your bones.
As easily as a foot kicks over cones.
I have spies as stealthy as a tick.
They'll pass potions to make you sick.

Victory assuredly will be mine.
Punished, among my slaves shall be thine.
Speak your lamentations for the dying.
I care not for your crying.




[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2011 EDITION]


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