a grandiose stature,a pretty face.
a commendable past,a comfortable present.
you command legions,you may be the leader of the free world.
you've been told and time has shown.
you've never met an adversary who could best you.

but like maggots in a ripened apple,
doubts fester in your mind.
can i be more?

you know of defeat.you have courted her.
years have passed but its vile stench still gets to you.
you possess flaws.you're not a god.
you dont have the answer to all the questions.
you're no god.you're a ******.
"you're one in many."

dull at first but soon shrill,
this thought eats away at you.
you die a man,leave behind a shell.
bones decompose and leave that carrion smell.
but in death have you solved your imperfections?
have you left the legion of men and ascended to Olympus?
you're shrunken carcass tells us all we need.
you died human.you're one in many.