Blood Reign

Rules,
The limits,
And the lines,
That divide us from potentials.
We exist in a time,
A world removing us,
Apex absolutes,
From our roles,
From our full divisions.

Born again,
A king haunts the countryside,
With nightmarish specters,
On the splash of white,
The world sees it,
And Judges Insanity,
From one tied only to the soul,
In full control.

Carted off in chains of gray,
Irons blue,
And Official black,
He nary turns,
Or shuffles pridelessly;
He instead holds his head tall,
And crushes the lesser,
With but the force of will.

Chained to a wall,
Facing execution,
The cameras all on him,
He stands tall,
Breaks his chains,
And lets his blood reign again...
To free himself from within,
From the body of needs,
And the needs of the body...
To take care...of a few loose ends.

ISA