In a world that is vacant,
Loathsome dwells in prosperity,
Caring for that which is irrelevant,
Happy about that which is no more than thin-air.

Sitting in thrones,
Of pure Greed, Lust and Hunger,
Servants by the sides,
Suffering from the bitter hand.

The big all mighty King walks the halls,
Sees all that is happening around him,
But too busy with that which is his own,
He finds the time to bother with NOTHING.

All remains as it is, forever,
Bitter actions tempt the nerves,
To a point where they nearly explode.
Looking down on what is served,
While those who serve can't bear the load.

And no mercy what so ever,
Not even from those who are clever.
Nobody would exceed their limits,
No stepping outside the box.

One day I shall place my vengeance,
One day I will bring this to an end,
Someone must realize what they've done,
Someone must pay for their mistakes.