The Closing of Tyranny

O ye fierce tyrants calm and resolute
Upon the gallows of your broken pride
Or lying on your deathbeds listless, mute
Awaiting the fearsome hour you denied.
O ye have won victory on this day,
Ye crowds jubliant in new-found freedom;
Ye who endured to cast your shackles away,
Take charge to forge a righteous kingdom!
But ye cowards, killers, pharoahs, and thieves;
This is the day you were promised about:
Your monuments falling like autumn leaves
And your maliced heart stricken by a shout!
O sons of Cain, your time has come or is nigh!
For the rest: let happy hearts heave a sigh.

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