He sat upon his golden throne,
when the blue sky was rotting black
and the 'sulphurish' moon was stealing,
what was rightfully hers, from her father.
He was the ruler of the entire blue planet,
king of the people,
who were as defiant as dilapidated containers
leaking shit, that they were filled with to brim,
and the husband of his twenty wives
transcended the realm of death
and whose bodies radiated like a cancer patient
after a scheduled dose of chemotherapy.
yes he was one,
for he didn't need an excuse to lay siege
on any kingdom or state!
something that might be
potentially dangerous to the…
…well himself and his ambitions.
Like a conqueror gives a fuck about anything else.)
He used to be a wise ruler once,
who overthrew the previous tyrant
with a promise to change
the country that then looked like a raped asshole.
He fulfilled that promise;
the country no longer bleeds
or screams on being rammed by atom bombs.
The emperor's golden throne
was surrounded by skulls,
all of 'em white
(he abolished racism, didn't he!)
and near his feet lay,
piled one on another, bodies,
frozen like an eternal winter
or may be strawberry ice-cream,
(depends on the point of view really!)
on which he rested his aching legs.
In his hand he held a chalice,
which resembled a skull made of diamonds,
filled with viscous red fluid,
rich in texture, that he sipped every once in a while,
He closes his eyes, to plan his next conquest,
may be a different planet this time,
with a perfect reason, of course.
(He ain't a war monger!)
Well, how about peacekeeping,
the harbinger of peace and love!
Ah perfect! He thinks as he sips off his chalice,
enjoying the rich creamy texture,
as it swirls in his mouth,
before gulping down the crimson fluid.
Thence, he succumbs to slumber
like a newborn baby after suckling off its mother's breast milk,
dreaming about his army
dominating…oops maintaining peace
on other worlds
while his world is infested by gangrene
like that on a wounded soldier
and he sleeps on his throne