Withstanding of a Darker Age

Lies to the world,
A politic is waiting.
Republic withstanding
And torment forsaken
Life's a ruin without
A lawyer at work
You'd have a better time
Resorting to church
Because democracy is dead
The tyrant's at work
Showing as a man
But a demon that lurks.
The mobs that await
Leaving to lance a stake
Immaculate the community
Still words breathing itself
Whispering crimes that
Polluted itself endless times
And over again
Creeping death crumbling,
And still bent within.