Ambition is a portrait on the walls of morality,

It hangs over the halls of pride and discontent.

A room adorned by a hollow reality,

And among the treasures collected, tears lament

Of a position of power ransacked by the devil you know.

History stares on, at the marble-crested hill,

Intently preserving the actions that they sow

As we all wait and watch the predictable still.

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