Baptized In Rhetoric

Standing atop your plateau as if divinity has made you a martyr with in the eyes of your deceived people, with a mighty rant as you pound your fist and whip the tranced crowd into a fix it's symbolic a burden you lay at the feet of an unsuspecting populace with his sharp tongue we hear the beating of the undeniable war drums. A snake handler to the bitter end his venomous propaganda and tyrant agenda compliments his chaotic delusions of an unsuccessful intrusion into his homeland, paranoid the battle plan novice is the level of incompletion to this critical decision he speaks of reckoning at the gates of hell Armageddon on the terms of the victors and fret no more because salvation is about to wash ashore. With his dysfunctional smile as he sways to the rhythm of his own megalomania selling the souls of middle Transylvanian to a hostile enemy single handed cheating of this own people a dagger to the precious heart of this own empire watching as it burns and expire. A sheep amongst wolves a charade a worthless leader he eroded the threshold of sanity and has surpassed the Rubicon now the world must hold it's breath as the senseless bloodshed begins, ashes to ashes dust to dust in a malice war we trust.