I once stood above all, on top of this world without question. That was then, as I look back to what was and never will be again. I should have seen the signs leading up to this all, and yet I missed them, like a car speeding by without taking note of the surroundings. Stupid me to pretend everything was in order when in fact we had a dire crisis on our hands. If I had actually looked then maybe I would have seen the extent of the damage that was being done here. I was consumed by power and desire that clouded my mind, absolute power corrupts absolutely. Something someone told so long ago, something I failed to acknowledge. And as with every great leader, they rise and they fall. And the higher they rise, the harder they fall. These are just facts of life.
Everyone played the part as I directed. Without a choice they had to follow my commands. So it is without a doubt my fault entirely for this disaster. I only blame my stupidity, for not examining the situation and thinking of what consequences were in store for my actions and myself. Shame I had to lose it all, but I had it coming and deserve every bit of this. If I were to look back I could see that this path has lead to nothing but death, the death of the former leader whose footsteps I follow. What we learn from history is that we do not learn from history and those who do not learn from history are doomed to repeat it as I have. I was as greedy and power hungry as the man before me, bad blood it seems.
Either way I take full responsibility for this crisis without question. I stand guilty as charged. Only if I could have a second chance to set things right but no one will forgive me. I do not blame them since I destroyed their nation, their families and their lives. They live in the shadows, dying because of me. If I was them standing in there shoes I would not forgive me either. If I could I would rebuild the damage that I have done, set things right and restore the lives of the citizens once and for all. Not for me, to try and establish once again a presentable image for my family name, but for the people whose lives have been destroyed and dreams have been shattered. In memory to all those lives that I took and never would I believe that these hands of mine could ever be wiped clean of the crimson blood that stains them.
Still they do not trust me and would never believe these words I speak of regret. So let me cry myself a river of my confessions so I may drown in this so-called shallow regret. Let me die a most dishonorable death and let me feel the pain all of which I have caused these people of my nation. And I hope that someday order can be restored and my name forgotten as this great nation rebuilds on the foundation of my crimes. And maybe they will learn from the scale of this catastrophe so they too are not doomed to repeat it as I did. I do not ask for forgiveness and I do not ask to be treated with honor, but I do simply ask that people learn from all this and rebuild to their own desires. But if I can be forgiven or at least listened to for one last time, let me say that from the bottom of my shattered heart that I do truly regret my actions and I simply ask for a second chance.