Cold heart without empathy
Power has rotted your soul
And lost you your humanity
As you sit on your golden throne
And cast others into a hell
Of your unfeeling choosing
No caring exists in you
What will it cost?
This ambitious climb you’re on
Where people crushed beneath your feet
Have no recourse at all
Warnings come from all corners
Still your heart is hard
Your ears deaf to intense pleas
And neither entreaties sweet
Nor humble begging heard
Corruption fills your veins
Where once warm blood did flow
Your mind turned black and rotten
What hope survives is in this only fact
That one day you too shall fall
From your gilded altar
No cronies then
Nor bloodless worshippers
Primed to do your bidding
You alone shall drink the bitter wine
Of acrid fruits you sow
And know the heavy discontent
You’ve woven across the land
Like some vast and stinking cloak of darkness
The once proud bird of prey will seek you out
For all the hurt bestowed
As it stretches forth its talons
And confines you in its grasp
Woe to you
Oh pitiless one
When that day does come
