Icy fingers struggle for the handle,
Brittle are the bones, crumbling are the vandal;
"Rise up!" The crowd demands,
And the "Authoritarians" give the commands.
Its not what you might expect,
Innocents in circumspect;
It's the future of a leader that his people adore,
And its time for all miscreants to face the carnivore.
Stand up, you slaves and infidels,
Because your plight doesn't end with a simple quell;
What would keep a flame alive?
But to sputter whatever would allow you to survive!
But traitors aren't just the downtrodden,
Its the House of lies unspoken;
Again we circle around,
To see common folk rebound.
The King is here, even without title,
And the world will rejoice without an Idol;
Its good from fields and mountains,
And if you run you feel that attraction.
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