It's been a good day.
There was this hero, all primary
And golden, and I had men shoot her
Until she stopped moving, and after.
She will return. They all do, their Heaven
A revolving door, but no one will know,
No one will mourn her: Hooded,
She has no name, no identity, and dies
As unknown as she lived.
There was no hope for her.
And what else? Else what? - ah!
I helped sow discord among
The League of Galactic Heroes:
Little things -- a word here, one there:
"Perhaps they are pro human, eh?
Perhaps pro-Flux? oxygen breather?
Two-legged?" Little things, but they matter,
Will come back to haunt him during
Elections. I could have told him
That a real leader doesn't use votes.
A real leader does not give power,
A real leader IS power. Some day,
I will explain that to him.
But not today. Today was just a good day.
Tomorrow will be even better.
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