Passionis

Twas once a king named Passionis,
He ruled as a true king should.
His ambition was every searching,
He took whatever he could.

He built a kingdom,
Wrought from stone.
A kingdom for him,
And him alone.

His desire created,
His desire destroyed.
His passion unsated,
His ambition but void.

The king sat in his throne,
And saw all that he wanted.
Did he have what he wanted?
Or tis this desire haunted?

This king sat in his throne,
Made from silver and gold.
His lies never questioned,
And the truth never told.

He told them I love you,
As king and country oft' do.
They trusted him blindly,
As he murdered them kindly.

The peasants starve?
Make them work make them carve.
A new kingdom for me.
This kingdom can be,
Whatever is wanted.
By he who sits haunted.
Indeed whatever is wanted,
So long as it's wanted by me.

The people admired him,
Adored that mire him.
He sunk in deep,
To his throne of scarlet, silver, and gold.
Inside all of us ever beating.
Lies never questioned,
And truth never told.