The Making of An Empire

Empires forged from the suffering of others reign supreme Their sweat is the mortar between bricks holding the structure in place Their minds brainwashed not to dare think about being more than what they are Their bodies malnourished from long labor hours and little sleep This is what defines a nation seething with tyrants Vultures circle the skies looking to invite death to the dinner table Hyena laughs are heard across the land muffling out any cry for help Their laughs heard as they squabble over rotting pieces of flesh in an already stripped carcass This is how empires are forged, by eating the young of your enemies By showing malice brimming like hot lava underneath your eyes Reveal your true intent, become the savage the kingdom has turned you into Dance and allow you to be seduced by death herself Forge your dynasties on the broken bones of those you trample on Burn human bodies and use their hair to make whips that keep your slaves in line Urinate and defecate on their graves, cover their headstones in their own blood The decadence of immortality begins with the burning of nations Carve through the dust and make the chaos your strength And watch your dynasties built on the shoulders of your queen.