I am not significent,
Or am I true.
But to know what I am,
You must follow one rule.
Never shall you have me.
Or shall you want me.
I will watch you burn,
Yet I can not see.
Many wish to attain me,
While others wish to beridden.
I will always follow you,
Never seen, always hidden.
The world needs me,
Yet wishes I was gone.
I sit apon a throne,
Knowing to never do wrong.
Yet you blame me for everything,
And wish harm apon me,
But when I appear infront of you.
You always set me free.
So now you know my story,
And know me all to well.
If you master me,
You are certain for hell.