Your underestimation,
of this world you thought you knew,
these grounds you thought you owned,
have now torn you beneath them.
Ripping you from that seat
that you have held for so long.

Seeing you torn from that throne.
Revolt.
Your people raging against,
what you upheld in idiocy.
Windows crashing in.
Spirits falling out.

Screams are now filling the air,
but only as the new leader
now takes his thrown.
Flashing his smile,
waving a hand.
The people see right through him.

As that leader walks in circles,
the foolish follow his footsteps.
The beneath,
are now leading themselves.
Finding there way to truth,
and no longer hiding behind these lies.


 
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