Admirals Arms

No confession is needed your intentions were clear the slithering ways you brought about change it's no wonder people stay in constant fear. You command with an iron hand while your paranoia poison's the land the silence of saints under your rule of brutality runs full course with your peril of reality. The beauty that is monarch you have tainted it's evident you've no shame to the scars you have sown the explicit nightmares that reign in your name soon you will succumb to judgement the voices you tried to keep quiet will unleash hell in a riot. In your final curtain call you will de defeated the walls of your kingdom shall burn as the river of tears that followed your bloody past will spring forth and drown your legacy, and from that point shall a new beginning exist with in the admirals arms.