Invented Martyr

You are the god of darkness, you bring decay
You build the future from ruin you have caused
You sit on your throne as Ceasar and you turn towards the people
Turning your thumb towards the ground
The speech you prepared swings masses into the dreams that you will be the one
Who brings a properus future, that you don't just promise things
Do you everything for us and too make us free. For our release from misery
You die as a martyr in front of thousands and thousands but this is only an appearence
You will rule forever and give Death. But I will be your hangman once!
I will make the flame of embers to set the stake on fire under you!
Your bloody hands and black heart will be purified
My deed is not guide by hate, but by common sense and hope
Hope for being released from the misery
This hope falls into dust because your successor comes to continue your tradition
The greedy killing