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Death Of A Tyrant

December 21, 2016
By bradlovesbacon SILVER, Vegriville, Alberta
bradlovesbacon SILVER, Vegriville, Alberta
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He can feel the winds of change, at his back.
The constant fear, of the enemies attack.
But he feels so at home.
Up on top of his golden throne.

So much luck, and little timing
To those with power, always miming
The act of innocence at strength
He would go to any length

Playing on fear, to get the top.
Using the weak, confusing the strong
Laying down his legacy
All he lacks is honesty

So insecure, but hides it well.
Afraid of nothing, he tells himself
Can't be broken just like steel
Tricking his mind to feel...

Unbeatable. Undefeatable. Unbreakable. Untakeable
Always living never dying
Always strong and never crying
None would dare, question his power.
Those who do, will soon live their final hour.

But maybe on his quest.
To be the very best.
There could be regret.
Surely not to someone..

Unbeatable. Undefeatable. Unbreakable. Untakeable
Always living never dying
Always strong and never crying
None would dare, question his power.
Those who do, will soon live their final hour.


Years gone by, and restlessness.
The littlest things, slip past his mental defense
Completed his goals
Yet still found wanting

Lacking every bit, of empathy
Finding it hard, hard to sleep.
What could he have missed?
Ruling the world with a iron fist

Any chance, to redeem himself
Destroyed by drinking, to his own health
But slowly slowy in all this time
Could their still be some hope to find?

Always the victim, never at fault
Power on the outside, bitterness in the heart
Tells himself that he cant lose
Especially if he is truly


Unbeatable. Undefeatable. Unbreakable. Untakeable
Always living never dying
Always strong and never crying
None would dare, question his power.
Those who do, will soon live their final hour.

But maybe on his quest.
To be the very best.
There could be regret.
Surely not to someone..

Unbeatable. Undefeatable. Unbreakable. Untakeable
Always living never dying
Always strong and never crying
None would dare, question his power.
Those who do, will soon live their final hour.

He lays on his deathbed, hiding from
The truth of  what, he had finally become
And so with his final breath.


The author's comments:

This has a few meanings, but interpret it as you will


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