by: Chris Cunningham, 
                                                  Spike-G., 
                                                  and Brennen Lukas




	Across a black and burning land
	The anger of many simmers in a collective pot
	And still the ruler dares to stand
	As his empire falls to rot.

	While his government lays at wait
	He plans another foreign war.
	Little does he know the people still hate
	What was done to them before.

	He stands before his people in the open air.
	He falls and hits the ground.
	He died while no one care.
	As he died he made no sound.

	He died with an unknown assassins bullet in his heart.
	Because of his death, his empire fell apart.