Poem I made for a contest and I won the 'Best in creativity' award.

This poem was really challenging. But it was so fun.
Rules:
4 stanzas
4 lines
14 syllabes each line
consonance in the 1st and 3rd lines
alliteration in the 2nd and 4th lines
first stanza - AAAA
second stanza - BBBB
third stanza - ABAB
fourth stanza - AABB

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What a thorn!

Oh, what a thorn! The ruler's forlorn scorn since he was born,
Bathed in naught but niche, negligent on his puppet's mourn,
He who sworn, when asked for reform; one shall have the law's scorn.
When one soul wanes, you'll waver; where you're in, he'll come to warn.

One's resolve will shake, mind will break as one await his neck,
His trolls will try tainting titles with a venomous snake.
Lies make truth fake; the victim's at stake in a planned mistake.
While he deceives groups with docility and double take.

Oh! What a thorn! The ruler's horns with blood drawn to the pawn,
The golden sit glimmers with scarlet goo just for his sake.
As timeworn souls were shorn with justice by lies he adorn.
His selfishness ordered slaves silenced for his savage wake.

The golden age of scorn filled with us low born's aching mourns,
Oh! What terrific thorn that torments all the country-born!
No evidence could out-take the fake, it is make or break,
The world ain't mundane, but it's mad for gold and money-make.