Cult of PersonalityA Poem by insanityI've always been a bit fascinated by Hitler and the way he brought Germany to such incredible heights while in the same instant reaching brand new lows.
A million faithful gather in the streets Everyone heeds your call Insignia on their arms Soldiers stand tall
The masses march in unison As they raise up their hands Little do they know Of your evil plans
The world will be yours By the look on your face There’s no hiding Your plans for a master race
You’ve already decided No one will stand in your way A nation cries in unison There will be hell to pay
Still you persist On your conquest To cleanse your realm To move the rotten eggs from your nest
Suffering and pain Cause nothing but thrills Your iron fist
Armies of pale-skinned men Rise up from the ashes Of broken nations To fight in such ghastly clashes
The tide of war Ebbs and flows Much like your sanity It comes and goes
Unknowingly Or conceivably by design You awakened the quiescent beast Perhaps this should’ve been a sign
The battle continues As news of the new enemy travels Slowly but surely The cult of personality unravels
Nothing will stop his quest As his pure nation crumbles Spiraling deeper into despair For his composure he fumbles
As the years drag by And bodies pile high One side is slowly winning Victory is not a far cry
Gathering your family Knowing the end is near You poison yourself And destroy everything you held dear
Your notorious legacy as a tyrant Lives on, despite your nations fall Many decades later, with a different vision Germany, once more stands tall
© 2009 insanityAuthor's Note
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Added on October 15, 2009 Last Updated on October 15, 2009 |