Tyrants paradise

Every tyrant has their fight and foresight by cause something to fight for and sacrifices weighed through decisions made. All in the name of philosophical treasures to claim led down the rabbit hole of philosophical control.

Walking hand in hand leading the sleeping nations through the long dream less night. In hine sight reflective thoughts we invite through view a few things to redo. When humanity losses their poetic consciousness slipping into a new wake less bliss.

Waking into the weary haze of profound recourse as the minds deign is without remorse without an echo each voice by choice becomes silent as the violent soul will control each spirit as no one will hear it but fear it.

Sleeping with thy eyes open by day and welcoming a new friend dreamed in my head upon my bed at night. Faith finds the flaws in the cause that they choose with nothing to gain but only everything to lose.

As memories become sound thoughts ever bound are paradoxical plots through the new suppression forever annoyed by joy is this oppression to lessen the un thought question as humanity arises with smitten praise.

The last dream drempt was seen in contempt as thy awake I search for more meaning other than the lost men who begin sinning as only seeming this life as demeaning. As once civil society diminished as all civilization is the vain reign to remain as finished.

When the fellowship of mankind is very hard to find when man stands forever blind then judgments slowly pass deep within a divine mind. Life we once knew I to thought was true if the lost could follow a new path forever saved by the thoughtful tyrants as authors of awful violence.

The morning light followed the forming night as within the eternal sky showed its warning. When men counted each star by far this time amounted each night lost to the daylight searching for the lost meanings as stories weaved by an embarking quest to wonder lest.

As the nature of mankind stops to no avail as far under the controlled thunder cities up rise against pretence much alike each lightning bolt within revolt humanity now strikes. As the fading democracy sets with the sound sun lit sky the forming night is performing the only light.

As fear heeds the near long century as men proceed through plots as thoughts forever bleeds within the sons who lead. Days now seem longer as I speak for the weak who grow stronger.

As now society is allowed to vow to all revolts that slow to show its halt. In these years tears regain pain that cries bitter salt. As the reign is strong but perfected wrong as man has seen regime by regime become the sum forever summed for the machine to be now gleamed as well his Hell birth birthed for earth now bow before thus seether as the supreme leader.