Praisers of the False Hopes
He is a warrior, you know,
A warrior of care, almost cynical, almost
Hypocritical, striking for love, killing for peace
But he is a warrior nonetheless.
He wields a sword engraved with justice
And a shield endowed with careless hope
He fights for what he believes to be brave
While the “valiant” fear the vigilante.
He doesn’t know that they don’t know
That he is trying to save them all
They just look to their “leader”
While the world crumbles around them.
With his last breath
Taken, stolen, ripped away by their “saviors”
The downfall of all lays heavy on the shoulders
Of the ignorant who praised their false hopes.