It creeps in like a spider
Lays eggs in my head
Which hatch into serpents
Whose venom will spread

Like a bubonic plague
And a leprous affliction
An ugly and sickening
Black Death addiction

For only one sip
Makes my smile a frown
But to level with peasants
I set down my crown

Let them challenge my reign
Over freedom's dominion
But they prefer chains
Of pre-programmed opinion

And offer no tribute
To my divine mission
Just warp my perceptions
And blur up my vision

Until I spill guts
And I spit razor blades
Indulging in blood lust
Unholy crusades

At these God-fearing heathens
Carnivorous sheep
Political prisoners
To my sickle's reap

For now I am Grim
From the dragon's I duel
Just to rise from the ashes
Of kingdoms they rule

And distribute the wealth
To these common man vassals
For treasure-filled chests
Are but crumbling sand castles

To one who is both
Lord of paper and pen
Power-drunk on my throne
Made of oblivion