Death

When comes a time of wicked rule,

I wake to find an end.

I’m not a lightly taken foe,

I’m also not your friend.

They called on me to fight a king

of order and of good.

He hid himself away from sight,

with soaring walls of wood.

By dusk he was but memory

as flames did let me in.

His castle, just and good and fair

engulfed along with him.

We laughed and sang all through the night

when governments did fall.

And those who’d done nobody harm?

We came to one and all.

Destruction reigns and chaos calls

a mob of one shared brain,

to burn the globe, make sure it breaks

no order shall remain.