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.