The Darkest Fire

Out of the ashes of the olden age,

Came a flame that promised all.

It turned out they offered all the rage,

It’s what killed the old kingdom, big and small.

The Empire grew to be the Darkest Fire,

They still have a hold.

The number of lives lost to their pyre,

Is too large to be told.

It controls everyone’s lives,

It controls everything.

That’s why an assassin kills with knives,

That’s why knives, we too, must bring.

It corrupts the minds of innocent others,

How? You never know.

You may know the way of the world, even that of mothers,

But you’ll never know the time of that final blow.

This new kingdom will thrive forevermore,

If we do not cut it down.

If we do not settle the score,

Whom will we serve, the Joker or the Crown?

 The joker offers us the chance to start anew,

The crown promises nothing at all.

Through death and blood of few we never knew,

And your conscience doesn’t take the fall.

Unwillingly we turn to the joker for salvation,

Unwillingly we turn to sin.

We turn to him to save our nation,

We turn to face a din.

The new kingdom loves the pointless fights,

Loves the fight till death.

Any reason to have bloody nights,

They honor us only on our last breadth.