Poem - Most Commands

most
commands

gladly
nothing
raises
up
the black
sun
the bright
lust
sleeps

without
the coal-black
sin

with
the blackened
suspect
we
clenches

off
the bright
vulture
venomous
shadow
declares

everybody
swells
boastfully
past
the resistance

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