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-Paradox- Mar 2016
The clock strikes midnight,
she is not dead.
My life hangs in the balance,
so it is said.

Fair Isamae has a still,
beating heart.
I must stop it,
and do my part.

I do try,
I must.
For I will not fall,
for her lust.

Stealth,
is key.
To destroy her,
before she destroys me.

I step before her,
fear in her eyes.
Do it! (My head screams).
Though they are all,
lies.

I can't.
I won't.
Though I may die too.

Fair Isamae,
I love you.

I let her take off,
to her sanctuary.
Even though- In the near future,
I will be laid in the...
*mortuary.
-Paradox- Mar 2016
Everyone gather 'round,
and let the story unfold.
Of one man and his army,
that acted when told.
These are the men who sold everything,
to a man with no soul.
Who didn't believe in equality,
with nothing to uphold.

He took the lives of many,
with all but a plastered smirk on his face.
His army behind him blindsided,
all willing to **** in order to reach a higher place.
Somewhere there is cloned perfection,
where everyone fits the mold.
The later realized,
that this idea was completely twofold.

One side satisfied with the way the world was run,
the other too conceited to leave it untouched.
The world is complex, completely so-
with one tweak it's delicate balance is crushed.
Sending Germany's citizens into a frenzy,
the Jews and the biased to be terminated,
to achieve ******'s goal of a perfect world,
without any threats of future enemy.

The other countries disturb the process,
halting the progression of the German empire.
So ****** decides he is to go to war with them,
though they were to clever.
Unable to win,
he knows it is his end.
In time after he is gone,
the world had him condemned.

His army's plan disconnected faces,
unaware of what they've done.
Living in fear they'd be the next one to go,
so they followed him one by one.
They understand now,
why everything was unjust,
and how they could've prevented it,
if only there was one man who they didn't trust.

— The End —