None of that matters, now.
It’s lost to all of us,
like vain suffering.
Conscious as you are,
all those around you
only see you
through your menagerie.
Pompous, insecure.
It’s hard to hide
what is written on your face.
Heart on your sleeve is a decoy;
you’ve been heartless
for more than a little while, now.
Nothing cures misery
like spreading it around.
A vile contagion.
Smiling,
as you drown us all
in your bitterness,
your arrogance and bile.
The illusion of innocence
helped you get close enough
to come in for the kill.
None of that matters, now.
What’s done is done,
and dead is dead.
Yeah, one by one,
we all fall down
to your charming blade.
The sins are yours,
but the innocent paid.
Just like the old days.
Never let a tragedy
go unemployed.
Speak whatever heresy
brings you joy.
Is this a race?
Is this a war?
You make the call.
Never let your opponent know,
until they fall.
That was your intention all along.
None of this matters, now.
New days bring new things.
Challenges greater than you.
You are just a sign
of things to come.
Time turns a page,
as it has done
all along.
Turns out you have to kill a king,
long before
you become a god.
How wrong you are.
HG – 2019
