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The Reign Must Fall

The tyrants psyche is broken. He sits in his gilded palace Surrounded by his trusty band Of armed thuggish cutthroats, waiting For the inevitable end. Outside the palace walls a crowd Of angry, loathing citizens Whose long suppressed voices bellow An immediate regime change; But like most tyrants of the past Ego and self-aggrandizement Deludes clear, rational thinking; As a result, grasping at straws Hoping for the impossible.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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