King (poem)

I am the God of this world
I am the son of the morn
I am bound in mortal vein
Through deception I am born

I am remover of innocence
I am the knife in virgin flesh
I am the pain in suffocation
Through the pure I begin fresh

I am the breathing hate in your shadow
I am the thirst you so desperately crave
I am dynamic in the hand of thieves
Through lust men remain enslaved

I am the slices in your arm
I am torturer of masses
I am the dark heart in mankind
Embodied in man, whip, and lashes

I will remain forever
The father and son of your actions

Feeding on hate most pure

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