He came far too early to succeed
Came when the world was already
Far too broken
To be saved just like that
So they, you know, could easily prove him wrong
Not even proving nothing though
But their own ignorance
Roistering just like that
He was honered far too early, too
When he still had so much to do
Far too much even
To be able to fix it all just like that
Now they believe in their victories
Those who believe in absolutely nothing
But their own ego
Granting themselves power like that
Yet this is no fight nor a battle nor war
This is total destruction for all
Even for them
So there is no more victory for any of us
There is no hope on the whole world
For no one
Only those might have a slight chance
Who regret that he, you know, was far too early
And vote accordingly
Able to get it all
Just like that
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