A quick writing of the abuse of power
Sing with me, something subtle that brims with strength. If our voices are quieter then those that glide ahead then so be it. Let us be the children of perception as they deny perceived deception, watch them ark those axes in a furious blow for we with heads hung low will escape the bite of the blade. I will stand on broken morales before i break on fevered dreams of freedom. We will know family and common cause before we know the cruel swing of the lords final command. Walk in step with me brother, doomed as we may be, cruel that this fate should be ours! but I will stare at it with unblinking rage of the plastic crown waved over us as if it has meaning other then that which we give it!
Religion, monarchy, anarchy, leadership, god, king, kings, queen, queens, state.