The tomes of lies you tell
a shell
Inside of which
no heart dwells.
Empathy didn’t flee
from your confines –
It had no residence
no return address.
For you.
There will be
nary a God bless
Your evil is putting
synchronicity to the test.
I digress
Your constituency is One
You.
The legions of your minons –
sacrificial lambs
led to slaughter
Your megalomania convincing
that these souls
are yours to barter.
They exalt you while
you delight in
the willing
being consumed
on your pyre of lies.
Do we laugh
instead of cry?
Rebel do tell?
What will be
our vote in a world
where we can’t cope
where there
is a dearth of hope?
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