Goddess of Thieves

To snatch away those halcyon days Under false pretenses of defense To shatter your own convictions Or to be so deluded by them Recreate the world as you always did When God's throne wasnt enough You took his creations and perverted them As if the soil you were given wasnt fertile enough A truly brutal theft, erasing all that once was A wildfire raging endlessly, consuming ink and page alike No library could hope to withstand Such malformed power and misaimed fury Falconia was your true title after all A kingdom of lies and stolen hearts Hiding the true ideals of evil Underneath such a radiant facade of purity Lest we forget, it's no noble profession No goal beyond furthering delusion Convincing oneself of their connection to the throne To curry the favor of the ignorant masses So what keeps you going? A lust for revenge? The curiosity of a child breaking its toy? Or have you collapsed under the weight of your own castle of falsity? Or is it merely sport? A career thief furthering their craft To see what the greatest heist possible could be? The forest floor littered with hunter's trophies Given an inch, you've created a universe A vile fantasy of loathing built on theft May it crumble like all else you've built For heavy is the hand that stole the crown