Regal of no court but one of
Malintent and lack of virtue
Objected only by the
Filaments of smoke and singular peoples
Devotedly seeking the light in the dreary cave.
Exhausted to the point of breaking,
Dreamt by none but the cruellest of men,
Guilty of nothing but the prejudiced lies
Deformed and spawned in the brains of the
Reclusive sociopath who waits for the rain,
He waits for the judgment from the world.
Alienated from mankind,
The slackened rope goes taut ‘til threads are torn.