Seven, In the Morning?

You hear rumours
About hours
Between four in the morning
When all good men go to sleep
And noon
When men of virtue rise
But then one day
You experience it first-hand
Forced upon you by the ungodly
The craven
The corrupt
Only then
Do you truly understand;
They are evil

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