These broken walls
These empty halls
This broke-down palace
where a king once dreamed to rule.
Rule a life to live
and death to give
to those fortunate enough
to be his slave.
Chain down in rusted shackles
the sweet nectar of her soul
Slide down the chute.
The quick escape from life
the miracles of pain
Disrupt the pattern given to us
Destroy order
Rule in Anarchy.
Control Yourself.
Your own blessed beauty
is granted to you.
use your powers
Sway and persuade others
to drink your nectar.
to taste your life.
To eat your soul.
September 13/00
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