The Dissent

And so our hero, having reached the top tier of tyranny
Now finds himself at odds with his soullessness
A vacant vessel save for his thoughts
Which vacillate between what appears to be power
And tears for the powerless
The return of a conscience, previously suppressed
"But is it too little, too late?" he wondered
Once you've sworn yourself to STIGMA, can you dissent?
Can you repent?
Is our hero at a crossroads or is this the beginning of the end?



Credits
Writer(s): Dylan Graham, Eric Gorodetsky
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