He sits at the highest seat of power,
More money than God.
With all he has,
You'd think he'd use it
to do some good.

Instead,
he dreams of a world turned white and straight,
A colourless,
bland,
and ignorant place.

How can someone carry
so much hate?

In restless sleep,
I walked as Lilith,
wrath-bound.
With Lucifer beside me,
his shadow aflame.

The earth groaned heavy
with the weight of lies,
And power’s rot festered
in gilded halls.

The great house rose,
pale as a corpse.
Its walls steeped in
the blood of betrayal.
A serpent sat enthroned,
his crown of corruption,
A monument to tyranny’s
decay.

The gates screamed as
we tore them apart,
Iron yielding to
vengeance incarnate.
Within,
fear clung to hollow corridors,
And the golden serpent rose,