Sick Charisma

An effeminate dwarf
Reached heights
He gained power
That he loved more than anything

The nation supported him in every action
He did not see the Truth
But he did not want to see it anyway.

Many lives fell into oblivion
Memories were what left from them
Bodies were not found

After years of glory there was a time of failure
You couldn’t reconcile yourself to it, and you fought
Until the very end for the lost cause

Although you ruled over millions
And killed millions
There was nothing but disgust after you

Another tyrant was born on a frozen ground
His vicissitudes were of strange course
Still, he gained power
Given by repression and gore

Your obsessions were endless
You saw enemies everywhere
And eliminated them from your way continually

You eliminated alleged opponents in an honourless manner
What counted only was might, which you wielded in your
Despotic hands

You passed away from this vale as many before you
Your death was ordinary and you did not deserve that
There was only a warning left not to give a power
To sick charismatic people