Betrayal

In the distance catastrophic tempest brew,
Consolidating chains that will bind true.
Born from ashes of a broken nation,
Using his charisma to gain adoration.

With an iron fist he rules with might,
Lead everyone down the path of blight.
He rose with charm and an iron will,
Schemed and plots with cunning skill.

Nothing can stop his relentless gain,
A strong man emerges, devoid of pain.
Perpetual reign, was his ultimate goal,
To be hailed as god, to be all powerful.

No light penetrates a shrouded domain,
Enslave the masses with iron claims.
Destroy the fabric of freedom and trust,
Snuffing dreams, leave ashes and dust.

Devising plans with a calculated guise,
Entrapping minds with treacherous lies.
Assembling his minions, loyal and true,
Spawned a legacy, perpetual and askew.

Legions of loyal followers, blinded by faith,
Hailed him as their savior, and their wraith.
Each believe every word that he had spoken,
Unaware of the chains, that cannot be broken.

He promises prosperity and endless wealth,
Those who followed blindly and obediently.
Wearing sheep's clothes and plans to wreak,
Little they realize it's words that beckoned.

His legion's march, instep side by side,
Perpetuate tyranny, crush all hope's tide.
Opposition silenced, repressed with fear,
Wielding power, endless days of despair.

Devious plans did unfold and held sway,
As he grasped for power, night, and day.
With each new scheme, his grip did stay,
And the land lost and all was in disarray.

The anxiety clasps at hearts so tight,
A darkness falls cloaking every light.
Apocalypse looms with every breath,
Hope snuffed out by lingering death.

Blackened skies cast shadows deep,
An omen of our country's cruel keep.
Silence the voice of helpless and weak,
Hands bound; results remaining bleak.

Amidst chaos, all hope starts to wane,
For freedom's dream feels the strain.
A war-torn land, and fractured bodies,
Where conflict chokes with no apologize.

A perpetual cycle that never slows down,
With lies woven into the fabric of truths.
The fractured nation, divided by tribes,
Corridors of power echo whisper genocide.

Those who question, he shows no mercy,
Labeling dissenters a shameful disgrace.
But beneath his facade of might and right,
Lies a coward, hidden by shadows night.

Little did he know, deep in a nations soul,
The lust for total power will be his downfall.
In the end, all his schemes would unravel,
Lies would be revealed, and his power fade.