The Conqueror's Rule

Those who break,
Those who touch,
Those who bring eternal rush:
Glory to their hidden homes,
Glory from those yet unknown,
Live inside a simple dome,
Those who take,
Make their own thrones.

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A skip to the future,
Where peace reigns supreme,
And those who conquer,
Can't fill their own needs.
No blood to be quenched,
No people to be taken,
Their one goal in life,
Has long been forsaken,
Turning from a people who pulled,
To those who push,
No longer can they exist,
In their longstanding rush.

A new conqueror,
One who is wise,
A politician who's very nature,
Turns truth to lie,
Sickening poison,
The worst kind of foe;
One whose evil is yet to be known.
It's no longer simple,
To be filled with pride;
To trust in the friend,
Who you never know,
When you'll be stabbed,
To be taken off the throne.

And even the throne,
Has little value,
When it can be bought,
At lesser values,
From those with no shame,
No honor,
No merit,
A simple lackey,
A pretty pet ferret.

Those sickening people,
Who can no longer fear,
Those with the strength,
Those who are near.
They call us losers,
They call us insane,
They say that there has always,
Been something wrong with our brain.
How can we help,
Who we are on the inside,
The dark,
And the blessed,
Skills from an alternate side.

We who are downtrodden,
Who used to be feared,
Loved and respected,
People to be near;
Are now on the lowest rung;
Sociopaths:
The insane;
The strategist,
The rulers,
Who couldn't keep up with the game.

Now we are criminals,
Disgusting and loathed,
And we'll see again how long,
It takes to overturn the boat,
For in the end,
We'll have our way.

ISA