In the dystopian cult where the Kraken treads,
Chaotic MAGA, incipient political evil spreads,
The self-righteous brood pools guilty conduct,
But Justice will pierce the facade with reality's impact.
The Kraken drowns, where truths lay displayed;
Sturdy, in pretense, the monster on the edge of a blade,
Strange doesn't suffice for this blooming combustion.
As events measuredly tick towards their bitter conclusion.
In life's grand design, choices define our fate,
Shameful behavior brings a dire twist of late,
Time's relentless march, the devil's debts are due,
In their wandering, memories of truth shadows accrue.
In the storm's brewing heart, a torrent to behead,
The court’s long arm, a tempest overhead,
The armor you seek to guard against worldly strife,
May well be the weapon that has the bane of your life.
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