Gatecrasher (2.22.2022)
Gatecrasher
Sword on the floor,
sitting in Your chair, the whore.
Taking your kingdom was
fun but I want more.
Taking your head, a
tiresome bore but it has its rewards
Someone had to tear these
webs of resentful anxiety
Ministers of deception
strangled on strings of whisper streams
Your eye arrested,
captured. Its last image, the coming of
me
Siege the keep, storm the gates,
and smash the palaces
Slip the leash, let my
dogs roam free to do as they please
Inside these burning
illusions and obvious fallacies
You tried, you failed, to stop
me.
In your halls, the
barbarian roams free
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