Stormy Days
A new emporer now takes control of ever lasting beauty
he is kind to none and destroys its path behind
Once a society of innocence crumples
crashing into a corrupt control
Killing, cries of pain peirce the ears from those you love
But once the king leaves a wasteland of nothing awaits your vision
Gasing apon the family you had creates a new man inside
the dictator will not bow or be bestowed
for he is a virus that erases any known life of felicity
You can successfully hide it from the public
But he will always know
That he is the storm that crucifys all
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