It is truly the perfect being
Its armor is tenfold shields
Its teeth, swords
Claws in the guise of greeting hands
How does it sleep at night
This tyrant?
Heaping slaves on the pyre
Just to watch ambition burn
It is truly the perfect being
It's armor is tenfold shields
And from its tongue, fire
Could any being verily bask in malevolence
As if its indifference might pardon it?
This tyrant
He is the fatherless
With the arrogance of a being that insists it created itself
What can it create?
This uninspired muse rules only barren lands
It cannot create a thing
When the public speaks the truth
Simply tear it down
Dissent, and smolder
Your thoughts are law, great dragon
Just spare me and mine
While I bide my time
Knowing you well
The enemy
Cover may the every men
I show no recoil for
A would-be dragon
The common man is the consummate dragon
The poorest excuse of a man
My chest to shields
My teeth to swords
My hands to claws
And fire...
Now we can make war
A titan against a titan