Craggy boulders poised for an avalanche
to level its victim in burgundy streams,
a surreptitious nightmare laying its trap.
Weakness doesn’t work here,
and the cynics who know take full control
when the weasel pulls its scheme.
Circus acts and their boisterous clowns,
feigning smiles for subtle hidden terrors;
the cudgeling jack the truth extracts,
only the tortured, blinding strength
can break the iron manacles
that keeps his prisoner bound.

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