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.
