There's a man that I have met.
One you wouldn't dare meet
Had you known the perils
With which he's clod.
But thats the thing,
You don't know.
You can't,
You won't.
He'd never tell you.
Neither would anyone
Who's met him.
For he strikes, mercilessly
The moment he's sighted.
He's the only man
With whom you dare not strike a deal.
He isn't respecter of person.
He cowers infront no one.
He doesn't bargain.
He cannot, be bribed.
He captures, tortures
And conquers anything
And everything within his path;
Never leaving one to tell the tale.
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