I no longer rule the world

Seems I no longer rule the world,
grains of life slipping through
the end of the time approaching  
power, unable to suppress it.

When the world needed a ruler
they turned to me and shouted 'him!'
but there was no surcease of wars
and the famine stayed in place.

And during disease and death
the people turned and said
'he was meant to cure us!'
though king I never was true.

They strung me up
and gathered the tolls
dragged me through the nation
with screams of blood on their lips.

Though I begged
my crimes bared too much sin
for when it came to society
I didn't save the world.

The floor caved in,
the rope grew taught,
my struggles heard around
till the silence reigned down.

But then the pointed
and screamed 'he will lead'
at the man who took my life
and I was left on the gallows alone.

For I no longer rule the world
and the dirt eats up my soul
the grains of time and age
make for one grievous grave.