Sat upon a thorny throne
Sceptre on floor by his side
Blood soaked sword gripped in hand
Blood of innocent piled up high.
Monarch of power
Monarch of death
Will seek to rule all until his last breath
Brutal ruler
With a brutal army
Swept over lands imposing tyranny
Life so cheap that it don’t count
Mercenary soldiers
Bunch of cut throats
I still fear in foreign lands
Imposing their beliefs
Destroying all the fail to understand
Destroying historic temples
Slaying priests to set examples
This kind of world was a brutal place
From days of yore until today
The rulers use fear and force to rule
Given the illusion which master you choose
But as surf’s our only choice is how to die
By an act of violence or through slavery
Living is an act of bravery
Under systems who enjoy playing
War games as we get caught in the mix
This world is long overdue being fixed.
fauxcroft 
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