Adversity will be the ending fate
An entire nation hypnotized
Effectively attempting to cultivate
He could have raised his hand to good
But chose to fill his own desire
Burning books and ideas
Upon the bonfire
Megalomania ruled the day
In such a magnificent way
Upturning his hand to direct the masses
In all that surpasses
Hidden meanings to reach a goal
That could never hope to be reached
Lies and death under his breath
Were what he piously preached
A nation laughed and changed its ways
Until the ending of its days
When all its places lay in decayed desolation
No more words from the oration
Upon the podium of fates he stands
A nation in denial of soiled hands
Covered alibis of all who participated
Discovering that their cause was underated
All things are soon to be forgotten
In the light of a new day of all begotten
Sons are not liable for the sins of their fathers
A generation of corruption passes into oblivion
And dissapears into the smoke that rises
~Moses~
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