Friday, 3 July 2020

The Revolution

It's a same old story,
A thriving empire falls down,
Due to evil prince and his corrupt conspiracy.

A renaissance begins,
With sacrifice of an innocent soul,
And rebels are born to fight against malign sins.

With public outrage,
Corrupt leaders are brought down,
And their reputation is damaged.

Hope is instilled,
Talent is recognized,
And new empire is built.

History is created,
While world awaits patiently,
For their hero to arise from the revolution they initiated.

The evil prince is killed,
By his own traps,
Of lies, deceit and plans outdated,
And people dance to tunes of victory they achieved.

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