.......meh, 24 lines on this shizzle.......
The world fights through a war, subjugated to violence and more
Destruction brings on its fall, who will lead us, only few answer the call
Those who rise to power, sitting atop a commanding tower
The ones to make tough decisions as the planet steps to its final hour
The world is torn, factions are formed, and destructive alliances are born
Through the rise of enemies, leaders sit alone, roses amongst thorns
People question and ask, pressuring leaders, “Are they up to the task?”
Putting on a brave mask, the leaders hold futures within their grasp
Day by day a decision is made, orders are given and actions are played
And the leaders sit and wonder, “Is today the day I fall before the blade?”
The planet slowly dies, leader’s ears pierced by the deafening cries,
Leaders produce false thoughts of hope, imparting wisdom of lies
They hide behind a hopeful disguise as they see the fall of the skies
Soaring down upon them, the pressure of leading completes their demise
They deliver stacks of commands that bring death to the lands
From failure of plans the blood of the dead soaks all over their hands
And still they proceed, through each choice made they continue to bleed
Pouring their lives into their work, they go on and continue to lead
To their future they are blind; they picture scenarios through their mind
Be it good, be it bad, they know that it is their future alone to design
It is left to them alone to take the world away from the pain and the strife
To lead the people they dictate to their hopes of a peaceful life
Even if deep down inside, they are not clouded to what lies behind
The gateway to the future, a world where everything has withered and died.