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All plans go awry, all relationships die
It’s just a matter of when

All leaders will find that they’ve lost their minds
Surrounded by enemies again.

This story complies, those confident eyes
Stood behind the person thought friend

But the president knew that the thorns, they grew
And this would have to be the end.

It was a difficult choice, but the boy found his voice
And thought this the best for his land

Though others disagreed, he was finally freed
From the violence of the person now banned.

He thought a friend full of hate not allowed through gates
That now would want his head

Is better somewhat than a friend cut
Down and forever dead.

Fate shifted its gaze to the boy, betrayed
Being pushed from the nation he founded

A sword against his back, ready to attack,
As his yells of anguish resounded.

A nightmare from hell would bid him well
But the voice was harsh and it hurt him

The boy's belongings were taken and his body still shaken
But the chaperone's smile was grim.

On a grassy shore the confidence was no more
With nothing but ghosts as his guests.

He was utterly alone, forced to atone
For a sin that he'd always regret.

Not because it was wrong but because he no longer belonged
To the only place that ever showed love

As the tears streamed down, he couldn't shake the frown
And the feeling that he was hated above.

But his brother always said that the gods were dead
Of course, though how'd that turn out?

Just him and the ghost of the brother he loved most
Abandoned, however much he might shout.

A downward spiral, misery gone viral
A fake smile to hide all his pain

He thought this was extreme and with the current regime
Would it not have been better to be slain?

Some sought his location while he made preparations
For his return to the violent past

If he had but one thought as inner demons he fought
It was that he didn’t know if his mind would last.

He had none on his side, as he sat there and cried,
Head filled with ideas of retribution

But when he went to war would his enemies be more
For his best friend’s contribution?

He had to confess that the thought gave him stress
For he wouldn’t wish death on the one

The one that had stood so long on the side of good
So would he do what had to be done?

If given the chance would he give second glance
Or would he shed blood with no hesitation?

He did not know, on his lonely plateau
Forever exiled from his own nation.