No plans
No thoughts
No ideas
Everything comes to an abrupt halt
Motionless surroundings
Glancing down upon mourners' frozen gaze
Contemplating, weighing the outcomes
Arms growing heavier as eternal seconds crawl by
Pain is numbed as systems fail
Sweat turning to blood
Pools beneath the eternal figure
Like the phoenix will he rise?
Whims and hopes of nations rest upon his future actions
To their dismay the scene instantly ends
No last words, no last rights spoken
Dismay and disbelief rapidly progresses into betrayal and hate
Taken on a ride, which was not free
Son of lies
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