I am the shadow that stalks the night,
the unnamed of the darkness - with nothing to lose.
I am the ghoul who can walk the dawn,
the nightmare that you will never admit.

I am the black reject of your gleaming empire,
of titanium documents and neutron bombs,
of barbarism that shines of glory won
with blood spilled and bodies piled.

I am the insect whom you want dead.
The one you laugh at and humiliate.
I am the poet who recycles old lines,
I am the terror that rides your dreams.

Maul my pride and consume my soul.
And presume me crushed and extinct.
Celebrate your victory, but remember my dark promise.
I am the crumbled dust that will rise again.

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