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A single body falls down to the ground,

His clothing black and torn down.

A silent whisper is not heard,

But the weeping of the trees and the birds.

The future is bright and also grim,

Depending on who you observe chances are slim.

You may survive, fighting for your life.

Of you may die... despite...

In this world you could do no wrong,

Everything right but you'll die along,

If the will of the masses is very strong.

You may not end up living long...

A power struggle has been created,

Those vying for power are much elated.

The young master both loved and hated,

A new man takes the throne...

A tyrant who's body would gladly be thrown.

But that's weeks later,

Don't wanna be a hater,

But a worse person always comes.

A power vacuum supports scum...

Was for peace this battle won?