Power is a filthy poison
for which there is no cure
It steals the soul and taints the life
and can make one quite impure.
Power vibrates in the beast
its sanity has gone
now it bleeds and weeps of greed
and thinks there is no wrong.
So take your need and power’s lust
and choose your victims wise
Scream your battle cry aloud
and shape your prey’s demise.
Demean the different, out and in
and make their life a hell
Carve wounds with words into their soul
and in your hate they dwell.
Destroy those who oppose your will
with shouts and strikes and sin
Claim that you love them as you do
and quickly you shall win.
Torment the child who is small
and make them yearn for death
break them down into your toys
and brag with boastful breath.
Take your need for rich and wealth
and suck the others dry
and wallow in your rusty gold
as they slowly bleed and die.
Tame your child with angry fists
and belts, while angry eyed.
Destroy your daughter’s innocence
and strip away her pride.
Man’s need for power has no bounds
it’s devil cries for more
Its books of the past drip in blood.
Man is rotten at the core.