The Devil’s Throne

You saw my light, a shadow

And saw your shadow, a light.

Ignoring the signs

and crafting your own,

Believing you were chosen.

You chained your subjects

Covered their eyes

Demanded their submission.

You lowered your torch to face the ground

And set your world on fire.

Exaggerated promises, even emptier now

Broken, burned, and buried

Each and every one of them

Only made to die.