The Dictator

Just something to start with off the top of my head. Hopefully it'll make sense...

He leads his own destiny

And forces enemies to kneel

His stength unmatched, opposition flees

From his iron fist and gaze of steel

Confident, bold, follows no laws

In order to achieve his cause

Helplessly all others wait

To see what shall become of them

They hope it shall not be their fate 

to meet this slaughterer of men

Arrogant, stubborn, too head-strong

To see that it's his cause that's wrong

The End

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