Empire of Angels, Sculpted From the Pauper's Toil By aldo kraas, www.PoetryPoem.com/poet11586 Unlock all Features - Upgrade to Poetry Prime
Underneath the stars of your kingdom do indeed your slaves rot
Look down from your throne of gold
At the unspeakable terror, the subservience you have wrought
All because of your selfish wishes and your heart so cold
Look upon them, suffering untold
You're a monster, an animal, an abomination
Over them you have a choking leash, a stone hold
But you parade yourself as benevolence's incarnation
For even though you threaten them with eternal damnation
They believe you to be good, you've tricked them
You pretend to be their way to salvation
All the same all of them you'll condemn.
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