See how I dance
On the embers of the mighty
The absence of breath
An all fades away
To what do I owe this pleasure
The pomposity of your empire
As I spin and dance
Amidst the moths sent from above
Futility falls within your ranks
As bloodshot eyes
Evelope perplexity
Who can straighten that which I made crooked
The poignant path was not discovered by you
Tremble before My throne
You frivolous kingdoms
The spendthrift armies march forth
Salvation they do not bring
The more that is built
The brighter the fire will burn
Refinement lies undermeath my every syllable
May gold remain
For the ashes of stubble will linger among the moths