The Blood of Ruling in Virtue
The Blood of Ruling in Virtue Unsatisfied he hungers for more. His thirst for it all reaches beyond the darkness we dare to even tease. He craves the feasting of his desires. He is vengeful in his wishes as he burns down the homes of others. Picking pockets to supply the masses that follow behind with weary eyes bearing the hearts of sheep. Driveling with blood of exploitation upon his flesh as he drinks from his hands of rule. The weak bow before him and so he rises with hate. He embellishes his care for his people. Acting in a shroud of fraud as he waves his shepherds staff. He clouds his intentions with silver words. Never seen among his people. He orchestrates lies in the filth to demonize the populous of the wealthy, of the working. Only paying homage to the struggling, the poor. Teething with a tongue of envy, of greed. He slaughters those that plot against him or deny his murderous law. He speaks from the violent mouth of malice as his grudge of the world f...