4.02. These are heavy times

these are heavy times, where shadows thrive. friends turn to foes, my trust did not survive. the people call for strength, the world calls for my fall. a lone warrior I stand, betrayed by almost all. I see my economy overheating interests soaring, inflation high. advisors speak lightly, I think they’re cheating, the standard rules of economics don’t apply. I thought trump was eating from my hand when he entered his second white house term. but now he's shifting his earlier stand. he’s back to praising zelensky and his land. the west seeks my end, their voices grow loud. yet I guard my people, my empire and my clout must I bow to my enemies, abandon this fight? I defend our soul, our truth, our light! almighty, they call me, a tsar of steel, but this crown weighs heavier than people think I feel. every choice a sacrifice, none are near who sympathize. trump seemed to grasp this when he talked about a deal, the voices of the dead, each day are louder heard. my pride’s no more my shield, my sword’s become a burden. how can i save my face with a righteous peace? with a righteous peace?