As I looked over my dominion, the world mine,
The leeches of the world were in my garden,
so silently still. Glazed in the static moment of
when they were cleansed of life, frozen in terror
for my garden is of snow and ice a barren beauty.

I toil over issues that are without my needed attention,
Issues are hastily spent. In this realm of mine its an
eye for an eye, no pity falls on me, you **** you die.
No crime as all are kept well, work is for the AI's.
Do as you will, but things are outlawed in my stay.

All deities are now reserved for the past, this is a
time of enlightenment when I abolished all this,
wars ceased as what ideology was there to fret upon.
There was blood spilt I do not deny, those of morals
and greed what is greed but an imagining not needed.

If I ruled the world, they may say I was not of kind heart
but the universe is cold and I can only give so much warmth out.
The dead, the cold ones have a purpose now too. recycled for
minerals do you know many fall each day 158,000 that do
there part now there gone.

*"My rule may not be perfect, but its better than the last one,