There is a kind of decorated scoundrel
who exists as an example
that certain honors don't come
without a cost,
whose wake leaves such a toll
that certainly their soul
must be included in the
ranks of the lost.
There are those who have been feted
having been fated
to do the things that ordinary men
would spurn,
that generations unborn
would read their biography with scorn
at the horrific legacy
they have learned.
Such men lead nearly blessed lives,
have fortunes, friends, and wives
all too good you well might think
for all they had done,
and when their end comes round,
in retrospect it's found
they did even more foul horrors
under the sun.
But having come to a close
in that ultimate fixed pose
they escaped disgrace
to their face
and sadly, "won".
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