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Staring into the eyes of Tyranny 

I will not blink nor look away

I can read that he finds thrill

   in the domination that the badge affords him

Hand moves down to holster

   as if that will garner my obeisance

You will gain no glory from

   my death for its life is worth little

However you would do me great

   favor by liberating this spirit from her fleshly prison