Hubristic Power

Inscrutable torrents of history shall crush him who ignores the lessons in his greedy rush, his rabid obsession to subjugate others tears this despot's humanity into tatters for it feeds, bloats his overweening vanity, corrodes the last trace of his tarnished dignity, deludes his ego with invincibility, convinced no less of his own immortality; there is hardly a cure, healing or deliverance from such madness and malady, such pestilence; his crime neither torture nor death can recompense, his is an onerous sin, a heinous offense. But this creature, stripped of his mask, shall fall apart, for pomp and vainglory hide a sham, hollow heart; indeed, it is neither an overwhelming army nor a pillaging horde that is his worst enemy, but himself, a cowering canine that creeps to crawl in the labyrinthine recesses of his soul; his nightmares terrorize him, he is stunned and blind, and so slowly the germs of fear feast on his mind; and he shall crack and crumble to his inglorious end as all his lapdogs scamper scared round the bend; but slaying him will be an act of rewarding, vengeful Justice cries for his endless agonizing until life and dying and death finally die, day of reckoning, swirling, flaming clouds float by.