King With No Crown

A Poem by Dante Thomas

Evil Plain And Simple

Misery knows no bound
I sit upon my throne as the king with no crown
I am corrupted and merciless
Pitiless and remorseless

I will destroy and burn the masses
Until my moment of hatred passes
The smell of burning flesh and the sight of innocent people's intestines
This brings a smile to my face while it sends a chill up most people's spines