Death to the Kingdom of Sand


His carefully constructed kingdom of sand

Looms and towers above, casting phallic shadows

Shining in the sun to force bitter black sorrow

Over the silent, weeping kingdoms'he commands

Their blood, tears, and innocence he demands

I'm so bitterly sorry for him, I am

Tragically woeful that I won't give a damn

About what anguish he'll feel when I raze his lands

Have him come for me once more and be destroyed

As Karma his sullied, infected ego will bruise

I'll sew his lips shut and let him weep in silence

Let his wounds decay and the oppressed his death enjoy

As gangrene oozes in his throat as he in others oozed

Oh, yes! How worthily the worthless rot away!

Let his blood be his last release

As the sun slides over his fetid ruins and his shadow shrinks

Thus every kingdom of sand will decease

As the world learns the truth, and their blood we drink

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