The Tyrant, The Martyr

Tyrannical, screaming, biting and lashing.

Putridity.

But no, not this time.

Oh pity me, pity me.

The pseudo martyr.

The facade of a man, fallen from grace.

Don’t kid yourself.

You’ve jumped, freely, willingly.

And on the way down,

You’ve killed just about anyone within reach of your dictatorial gloves.

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