In The Wake

The Funeral Pyre

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Let these be the words
To sound from your feeble mind
Venomous hate forms the agony
I have placed upon your heart
A tyrant falls
Not at least
Death has overcome
My eyes are able to see
No more will lives be plagued
Clad in your scornful shadow
I watch from afar
To sever the bonds between humanity
Under the moon, the crescent light
A tyrant's demise is brought forth
I have banished all the lies
We will not fall