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>>4539123
>gets #reckt
>gets this mad

Bye.

Slobo! Once an apparatchik,
Bad economist in Warsaw tweed,
A star planner and a rising star,
As temples came down you met
Your chance. "No one will dare
To beat you anymore!" And there
Emerged a great roar; and backs
Once bent indeed uncrooked; and
The international community
Grew wonderfully displeased.
Consider our late century past
In the lens of this epilogue.
In Europe's hindmost gut, after
All the real shouting had stopped
And universal comedy prevailed,
Arose a sort of bastard king;
Stood up half a man. Half! Man,
Cross of ape and god, sometimes
Demon and sometimes seraph,
Is on average an orc; on average,
Half of him deserves to be free.
And king or dictator, emperor
Or pope, is freest man of all,
Whole sections of the sphere
As his wing and will; where he
Alone owns all credit or shame.
Yours was mainly the latter, for
Shortly once said beating ceased
Were your Chetnik snipers found,
Posting toddlers from rooftops.
Slobo, great orc, you overdid it.
To refute what Charles Beard
Called the "devil theory of war,"
You went all the way to full devil:
A mistake not invented by you,
Natural in the black mind of man,
Whose impact random strangers bear.
What truth was ever born a lie?
What devil ever told the truth?
The very first lie is the exit to hell.
To live in the devil's kingdom,
Choose a politician for your king.