There came a time once
long ago, through future,
present and past. He moved
his name was known, his
talent refined. With agressive
ease and astounding cleave.
A decade was reformed.
Many names he was known
many claims were brought
but of those you can say
were are of naught.
His name was old but
new. He spoke little
yet much. History met
him day in and day out
through battle fields of
valour to wars and revolutions.
Dictactors knew him
kings worshipped him
Religion call for him.
books spoke of his greatness
lands feared his rage
children hated him
Statues were built to him
but he thrived on inaccuracies
and fallacies. He lived for lies
and propaganda.
Living through ages
and millenia, he struck
with a pen and razed
history, with
undeniable strengh.
Erasing, robbing
eating and ridding.
He still lives to this
day, battles are forever
unknown, people forever
forgotten, we can thank
him we can hate him,
but he'll never not
exist.
Today he stands
a testament to
our ego.
The Rewriter.
