Price Of Tyranny

Count on, my objections
When your policies, contain atrocities
Against the will less,
Against the heartless
You will regret your fatal reign
They will rise up to overthrow you
Their blood is on your hands

You hear the dying cries
A false sense of security
A façade of flags, and smiles.
Crossfaced
Crippling torture
Without faith
You cry for a savior in me
Doom, is your fate, gone, death awaits thee