Tyrant Reign
When a tyrant reigns,
the land is windswept with tears
Dark terrors flash lightning bright,
and souls get carried away
by a flood of fears
Let a cruel lord sit on the throne,
an imperial seat of power
Thundering edicts of shocking alarm;
threatening harm and pain,
feel the downpour of anxiety drenching
These are the dire dewdrops
when a tyrant reigns
The rise of a wicked king
begins on bent knees
At the center of a dark star
inside a blazing circle
Descending into the lowest bowels,
misbegotten of the fallen angel,
furiously ascend to the fire clouds
Towering over the sky of men,
spouting swift torrential destruction
Tyrant reign
always produces
a dry, withering hope famine
Death and desolation
are the evil twin root offspring
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2018
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