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