The Thing Called Corruption
No human disaster
Gives up its true evil nature
Till a more powerful thing that roars
And truly do bite
Match its potent spells.
Everyone sees the seed growing,
Eye, limbs, brain forming
But none is gallant
To hack the monster while it is still an innocent baby-thing.
Like the proverbial child of the beautiful spotted beast,
It is nurtured
Left to live free amongst men
They hope it would die when the time comes,
Before them,
Yet it has outlived all who first beheld its birth.
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