[center][b][u]The Kingdom Burns[/u][/b]

With a single crash, the sledgehammer falls
And I shatter your cloud-borne throne
Into a million pieces of shimmered pearls
Scattered across this “divine” floor,

No friend of mine, no, no,
False king of a thousand corpses, and
A seat of lies woven by your own hand--

I see the strings, puppeteer

I see the blood upon your wretched hands,
Foul beast, murderer of man, defiler of the innocent,
Sacred secrets no more, lying bastard; this
This is what you are…

So burn, burn in the flames you began
And once that hand reaches out, pleading,
I will spit and let my venom lace your face
With the hatred curse which was yours,
First. 

Broken pillars and smoking ruins,
The silver kingdom has fallen, like me,
Upon my knees; I scream, I laugh,

I weep.[/center]