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The Draconian Regime Blooms in the Void
when fire strips the field
ashes cool on barren lands—
the weeds arrive first
ruthless, quick to seize the space
filling voids with tangled thorns
when goodness is lost
a vacuum fills the heart—
empty hands delayed
cannot fill the space with grace
so cruelty takes its place
the fall of empires
begins with regime collapse
leaving empty void—
tardy freedoms swept away
replaced by quick iron fist
societies fray
when the shared values decay—
trust becomes brittle
complacency cracks resolve
doctrines fail on melting ice
beware silent void
for it demands to be filled—
if no light returns
the shadows gather swiftly
and darkness becomes the law
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