Death of the King and Master of Not

The king and master of nothing sits on a thrown, on top of a mouton of dead bodies. Master of the world and king of nothing cries as the ocean turns red and the sky turns black. He stands on the mount of dead, heads stuck to pikes and people on crosses. He feels so alone as he is the king and master of nothing. Can you hear him screaming, can you hear his cries. Cores you can't hear him because his voice never reaches the sky. He stands alone and he will be the last to die, all alone he will bleed as he cries. His blood will spill from his very eyes, mixing with his tears, bleeding as he cries. Blood will gush from his mouth, and his fingertips will explode in fire. He will raise his head back and look to the sky, he will scream father why have you forsaken me. Light will burst from his lungs and pears the heavens. His body will collapse and his soul will burn into nothing. Now the master and king is dead, and there is no more blood no more tears. Cries no longer heard. Skies are blue and oceans too. The mount of bodies have, become the grass. Soon once again time will pass. Life again will come to the world. The king and master is gone never to come again, but life is better for what he did. Now the world is starting fresh free from sin, as God did intend.

By: Sun Dragon
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