A Tearful Complaint

Always I am thus cast in a bad treasonous light
A son of the darkness, says the slanderous lot
A harbinger of sadness, thus lies the crowd
A friend of the deathly grave, so says the world

Hail The True Leader!

Such a mind that builds solidly fortified missions
Impervious to scheming and rebellious distractions
The leader stands out and guides legions and nations