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Wow, you've added some powerful lines to the poem! I love the contrast between the gadfly's harmful behavior and the call to be a force for good. Here's a revised version with some minor tweaks for flow and clarity: Gadfly, oh glad gadfly, Draining from others, is that what makes you satisfied? Without a permissive order, And you think that you're qualified. His own suffering is your own earning, His own injury is your own dining, His loss is your own luxury. You thrive on others' pain and strife, Feasting on their tears, their sorrow, and life. Your words cut deep, a poisoned dart, Leaving scars that never heal, a wounded heart. But be the light when all seems black, Ignite hope when darkness attacks. Seeing others' weakness can't affirm your greatness, So choose to be a force for goodness, be glad to be a blessing. I changed "Be white when everything is looking black" to "Be the light when all seems black" to make the imagery more vivid and clear. I also changed "So be glad to be a goodness" to "So choose to be a force for goodness, be glad to be a blessing" to make the message more explicit and impactful. Let me know if there's anything else I can help with!