In shadows deep, where darkness thrives,
Lies James Jordan, corruption's guise.
His tendrils spread, like poison's art,
Sowing deceit in every part.
A puppet master, cunning and sly,
He weaves a web, where truth shall die.
With promises false, he veils his scheme,
A wolf in sheep's clothing, so it seems.
The fruits of power, his heart devours,
As justice withers, under his powers.
Oh,...
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