Like Artaxerxes lll
Like Artaxerxes lV
Like Bagoas
The triptych window of his vision in victory
Each one lies the morbid story
A fire garden, a garden of snow
His mind is as labyrinth
With every dead end a death of a foe
Habile toward ruining like a builder
Strategies in details like a wielder
Jib to cease as he jabbers
Jabber, jabber like Vapula's
speed striking a hammer
But like talking to a mirror
Murmur about his plan of terror
As he becomes madder
A mead and bread with butter
And then some poison mixed
A mind more like triple six
A mind of malice fixed
topic: fatal poisoning
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