Judgement of His Brethren
The People will not forget me my convictions aren't uncharacteristic of me
sympathy will be victorious and comfort me through my demise a requiem mass
will welcome my day of death. Yes the suffering and turmoil the aggression and
genocide I imply was righteous by design, so with in confinement my blemished
rule seen as cruel but my supremacy as an infallible leader was instrumental in
the conquering of my people. This my formal brethren may label me a tyrant and
with out warrant denounce my doctrine as systematic murder but I see
glorification under heavy revolutionary sedation. My imperial voyage was historic
and the liquidation of the inferior folk was so incomprehensible that no one
spoke of it, in judgement I will be martyred as a ruler of profound sectarian
ideology this title will never evade me.You tend to forget my exquisite and
prominent authoritarian kingdom gave you power and now in my final hour I
stand a once unshakeable man in mercy of you. Gentlemen as I step down may
the ground erupt with the foot steps of loyal jackboots that march to the beat of
my unique drum, may the culmination of my greatness and building of a proud
civilization fall to decadence. Now bring me death into the hands of evil as angels
wept.
Copyright © Cole Beck | Year Posted 2007
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