How can our destroyer

Become our rescuer?

The very man that took over our already faint hearts

Is trying to slowly give them back

Restoring them with words of air.

Look at his carry.

Vile words of peace and harmony

When he was the one to bring discontentment.

Who does he think he is?

Our savior from himself?

He should be cast back into the chaos he created

When he ruined our lands,

Tainted our men with the poison of his blade

And cut through the elders with his commands.

Children were left with rotting bodies

To scavenger through blood soaked bread

So they may live to be cast into hell by the perverse.

Where is the compassion?

If he had none then,

Why should he have any now?

What change transformed him?

The art of deception and betrayal?

There is no loyalty to his land,

His people.

Then why will we gather

To hear his words

And to be loyal to a man who never loved us?

I could tell when I saw his eyes

That he was bitter towards us,

Hated us,

Though we all cheered at his presence.

What a pathetic man.

If he does not want to be praised

Say so.

We only do it from subjective fear.

We have not forgotten his cruelties

Nor the damage he has inflicted on our people.

He deserves the same.

He deserves to be cast into the pit,

Falling and falling

Farther and farther,

Burning the sun skin from his skull faster and faster.

His tombstone should be among the sand,

Not our people’s thousands.

Death is chasing after the tip of his coat

With little time before Death tags him back after all these years.