The Master

Upon my head I put a crown
For all to worship upon
Man and woman ; my cattle
The earth is my vessel, my saddle

I rest upon a liar’s throne
Despising all that I have sown
I destroy and dismantle
To cover all with my mantle

The sands of time wash over
My power grows moreover
I rest upon the coward’s chair

Feed me, give me your lives
I seal the fate of all your hives
Forever dead, in eternal flare !

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