Whence one catches power in a titans grip,
that same power will slowly seep and slowly slip.
For with fear power nie can ever be bought,
one may only gain said power after ones been furthermorely taught.
For how can the man that sits in riches and thy yonder sky,
wish to command the poorly soul that sits lowly and painfully dies?
You may teach the man to fear the fist,
and teach another to fear the ungodly hiss.
But then you've played the ficklest of fickle games,
but then once you're done you're left with nothing but vile shame.
For your end will be sung by all,
those who once stood beside you will run as you fall.
The day of your death will be marked in celebration,
those who wish to change from your side will mark it in revelation.
For only by knowledge and love do you deserve a throne,
take it in any other way and you'll find yourself ultimately forever alone.