poetomachia

The spinning world is crushing you again
My blood soaked hands carry away your stain
And all you can ask is to begin again
Or to stop it, come down, and start my reign

There is no other way to be
There is no freedom without fee

Kingdom symbols of organic fabric
Reed ruled and beaten in quick succession
According to a foretold unread rubric
Hail coronated at my secession

There is no life outside of me
There is no hope that you can see