The Prince
This land is mine
my own little bailiwick
my power supreme
none dare to defy me
I choose life
or death
or something inbetween
for any who dwell here
In love with my own majesty
sending young virgins
to sacrifice
gorging on the sweet aromas
of burning flesh
Nothing too grand, too opulent
to honour my presence
the beneficence
of my rule.
Call me cruel?
Each tragedy I oversee
can be assured of
profound meaning.
Pain as tribute
to the All Powerful
has its own recompense
and pride.
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