Oh, mighty ruler, once adorned with wisdom's grace,
Now lost in the labyrinth of a senile haze.
Your once sharp mind now shrouded in a misty veil,
Unleashing chaos and confusion, a tempest set to prevail.
Your decrees, once calculated with a steady hand,
Now stumble and falter, scattered grains of sand.
As your thoughts wander astray, an erratic dance,
The world trembles, gripped by fear's tight grasp.
From lofty heights, you descend into disarray,
Guided not by reason but by fleeting shades of gray.
Your words, once eloquent and filled with sagacity,
Now sown with seeds of discord and audacious fallacy.
Nations quiver, their foundations begin to crack,
While harmony retreats, leaving only a somber track.
With every misstep, chaos multiplies its might,
A tapestry of disorder woven in the fading light.
Yet amidst the turbulence, a plea resounds,
For mercy and clarity, in depths profound.
May the Divine grace your weary soul reclaim,
Guiding you from confusion to a lucid flame.
Oh, senile leader, once revered and grand,
May wisdom's beacon find its way through the strands.
May clarity return, banishing chaos with its light,
And usher in an era of peace, serene and bright.
For we are but mortals, subject to frailty's reign,
Praying for redemption, an end to this worldly bane.
May the Divine's mercy descend upon your weary heart,
And heal the wounds inflicted by confusion's darts.
In this solemn hour, let compassion prevail,
Embracing the broken fragments of a leader's trail.
May the lessons learned from this tumultuous strife,
Ignite a flame of wisdom, rekindling a noble life.
Oh, senile sovereign, we beseech the Divine's grace,
To lift the fog that veils your once radiant face.
May harmony be restored, and chaos find its end,
As a world united in hope, to brighter horizons ascend.
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