Tyrant's death, his last breath.

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He is a tyrant, a dictator, this is his last breath.

Submitted: January 02, 2012

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Tyrant's Death, His Last Breath.

By - Massthinker

He can easily be defined as cruel with harshness awaking fear deep inside your hearts. Everything he commits in this time and place defines crudity. Not noticing the starving child until he’s beneath his shoe. Like wolves ripping the flesh of a bloodsplattered corpse. that’s him benefiting from your slavery jobs. Obey his demand! That’s the least he’ll ask, or simply accept his judgement call and await the guillotine fall.


His conduction of slavery works supremely towards the people, none is equal in his devious eyes. Any complains about equality is never to be unpunished or left behind. Money rules the eager minds of a few and greed feeds the wanting of desire. It’s mandatory he keeps currency by his hand, to strenghten his regime and keep supress in his land. A crowd is forced to watch as traitors are led to their execution, it’s their majesty’s final solution. A well deserved death, a small push to afterlife, a head of their time journey to the otherside.

Keep in mind that disrespect to his rule is handled with strict measure. Any threat against his dominance gives him a thrilling shiver of awarness. He took away all that’s precious and left on devastation behind, by his hand he slaughtered poor motherless childs. This is a circle of his blood, a family with a bloodshedded past, it’s an assigned task which his father gave him to grasp. He’s obligated to worship and fullfill his duty by means, willingly continue all beheadings of innocent human beings. Deprive their liberty as he silence their voices, building up piles of corpses. An example must be set to create obedience among the few who forgot their rulers terms and strived for change, a word which awakens most of his hate.

A dog shall not bark towards it’s master, it should kneel and accept the conditions his master has to offer. A man once strong and proud as he walked and held his head up high, now tierd. No longer aware of any small disturbance in his gigantic web. They approach with feelings of hate and sorrow, the bloodspill of the people has now come to end. It’s time to retaliate for his crimes and put him to descend. Every man ready to die as a martyr for his kingdom fall. Men with clenched fists raise them above their heads towards the sky. This day will be well remembered! As they smash the invinsible chains of ice which been dragging them down for eons of time, locked around their bruised limbs.

He can no longer pull tricks to cheat their organ of sight, it’s his time to leave this reality behind, accept his destiny, there’s no fighting back this time. Him a bringer of misery soon about to die. As another regime is brought down onto it’s knees, his statue demolished by the few couragous brave people, no longer fearing his tyranny. His kingdom walls have fallen and no longer holds, They slay his soldier and step on them, determinded to free their land. The mighty gates to his palace are crushed and his legacy falls, uncrowned and taken away by simple men. Yes! That’s what he thought.

They with sharpned knives are ready, their blades serving only one purpose. One lead the way into stabbing his tyrant in his heart, several of masses also come forth and start. A man said to be so much more, now trembling for balance and gasping for his breath. His legs, no longer have the power to hold him upright, and his body can no longer circulate the blood within it’s man.

He falls down on a beautiful concrete floor, built with the struggle and death of it’s own people. Witness a tyrants death! Just a simple man’s last breath with it fades everything bad. The farewell of the man who put terror in ours land. It’s another dictators death his last inhale, freedom at last. History meant to repeat itself, failing to do. It’s instead written on an ancient stone, never to be forgotten by the many who come to walk this earth, and embrace it’s dirt.

-- A tyrants death a simple man’s last breath, and for the future to remember.


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