I plead on knees bloodied and broken.

Spine bent, muscles torn, sinew twisted.

I beg on hands rusted, crimson, and shaking.

Lend me your strength.

I cry from lips parched and cracked.

Voice hollow, throat scratching, chest caving.

I weep from eyes frantic, bloody, and raw.

Lend me your song.

I rise on feet scarred and gnarled.

Bones ache, marrow burns, cells boil.

I stand on ground rolling and quaking

Give me your hope.

I reign on a throne of thorn and weeds.

Head high, pride soaring, ego pulsing.

I rule on a bed of iron and gold.

Feed me your fear.

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