#50 Rebellion

He sits in his room and plots the world's demise

Through this musky gloom comes all light to his eyes

This darkened vision, this darkened sight

Unwelcome decisions taken in perpetual night

And this propagates, spawning new dilemmas and questions

But he's started this class and is determined to learn the lesson

There is a grandeur, and a certain amount of style

To dark this pure, as he sits and ponders a while

As he sees himself, stood on top of it all

Standing on the back of the world that he made fall

His plans have come to fruition, come to an end

He's a king with ambition, no more need now to pretend

He's been hiding himself so long, and his true potential

But now power courses through him in a manner almost sensual

And he can see everything else, stood in awe finally aware

Or exactly who it is they see standing there

They finally notice, they finally recognise

Too late the mist has been drawn from all their eyes

He can see himself now, finally who he deserves to be

This vision he sees through the dark with such clarity

Ah even the manic, the megalomaniac and king

Can be drawn asunder by even the simplest of things

He so focussed on his vision of being Lord of all

He's forgotten he needs a plan to make the Earth fall

He sees so far ahead he can't take a single step forward

He's stuck in the present, but if he can't help himself then who would

The grandest ambitions can lay waste to the greatest of men

As he sits forgets that life is an 'if' not a 'when'.

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